Out in the garage Roc, Job, and Ako were rather busy putting the last tune ups on his racer, "Ako, who in the hell did you tune this for?"
"Who else, you!"
"But the timings all off, I'll die if you keep it like this!"
"You will not! And I'm not finished yet, I have to calibrate the control timing so its off before I can calibrate the black wave spcifics!"
"Why didn't you say so in the first place!?"
"I do, before every single race!"
At this point Job walked in, he was dressed in there uniform black jumpsuits, but his face was covered by a strange pair of goggles, "I finished the welding, the frames all good man."
Roc looked up at Job and said rather happily, "Sweet, were three minutes a head then, take over for me here would ya, I'm going to go talk with my dad."
"Don't you mean your setting up the bettings?" Job cut in, but only to be pushed back by Ako a second latter.
"Same thing ain't it? Oh, and I'm putting a thousand on the winner as always."
Roc just waved by while walking out of the garage door, not a single thought of morality on cheating passing through his brain, the crowd was getting a little restless this week, so he would win with as many black wave runs as possible, give them something to cheer about at least.
Far above the stadium Clouse stood in a lavishly decorated room that smelled of money, he was wearing his normal red suit, and was surrounded by other wealthy business men, most of witch worked under him one way or the other. He took a hit off his trademark cigar before saying, "My contact will be arriving momentary gentlemen, prepare to place your bets." As he finished speaking the door behind him started to open, "Ah, speak of the devil himself." He never turned around, but knew full well how it was, as only a select few were even allowed to enter, Roc walked to his father's side and whispered that he would be winning into the mans ear before turning and leaving, there wasn't much to it besides that. "Gentlemen, I would make a suggestion on The Black Wave, it seems the odds are in his favor." There was a low hum of discussion at this, as they made calls over there phones, and placed bets for themselves and others, for the most part, on The Black Wave.
As Roc left his father's little bettings he made a sweep around the official bettering area and placed Ako's bet up, on himself of course, before turning back to the garage, as he still needed to change before the races began.
