Race Against The Clock - Grian/Impulse/Welsknight/Xisuma (ON HOLD)

3 - Race Car Driving

The next morning all four of us were up early, showered, dressed and full from breakfast. We checked out at 9 and got the first clue of the day.

"South is where you are headed to. The hot hot coast of Orlando Florida. You will find your next clue in the airport magic shop. But be swift." Impulse read it out. "Oh great. I hate the heat." I replied. Grian put his hand on my shoulder. "Me too, Wels. Me too."

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We finally stepped off the plane. And met up at the closest bathroom. "Okay, so the clue says to go to a 'Magic Shop?' Does anyone have an idea?" Grian asked. The thought popped into my head. I smiled wide and just started walking. The others followed close beind wondering where I was going. I stopped at a shop that had a micky mouse face on the window. "What is magic without a Disney gift shop?" I laughed. "I mean, this IS Orlando, the home of the Disney parks. What other 'magic' could they mean?" The others sighed at my childish way.

"I hope it's right." Impulse muttered and we went in, me running around the store like a kid at a candy store. The other three laughed at me. Grian must have spotted the familliar box on a stand because he shouted to us. "It's over here." We came running.

Grian tore the clue open and read what was in it. "Fancy a race? How about a go kart? Make your way to Daytona Beach and participate in the Daytona 500 againced the champion Denny Hamlon." Grian looked up. "Who's that?" I shrugged same with Impulse. X was the one who smiled wide now. "Can I do this challenge? I always wanted to drive a racecar on the famous Daytona track." Impulse shrugged. "Sure. Why not?" Grian replied. I nodded.

We went down the escalator into the baggage claim. Where we promptly picked up the phone and called a taxi. We waited outside, and once one showed up, we had to get another one because she wouldn't let anyone sit in the front seat. And there were four of us.

Another showed up and it was driven by a cranky old guy who absolutely hated his life. Impulse got in the front seat and showed the cue to the guy and he grunted. "He wouldn't get his money this time.

Once we were there, he had left instead of waiting. Son of a-

"It's so hot." Grian was right. I needed better deoderant. The sky was blue and it could be around 80 degrees. That's what I forgot to buy. A pair of sunglasses. The sun was in my eyes and was hurting. But that wasn't my only issue today. A migrane was slowly forming. I took some advil in hopes that it would help.

Spoiler. It didn't.

We were quickly led to the pits where a car was sitting. "You boys are lucky. You are the lucky group who are competing in the race." A woman wearing a checkered flag shirt said. "The other five teams that got here ahead of you weren't racing in the 500. Only in the qualifying or some practice." X smiled. "That would be me." She laughed at X's enthusiasm. "Have you driven before?" She asked. Xisuma nodded. "Well, then, let the race start in ten minutes. We will start with the american anthem with the plane going overhead, then we The Rock Jhonsen will tell the racers to start their engines, then simply wait for the checkered flag to start you off." All four of us nodded.

"Xisuma is dead. He'll get headstroke and die." Grian said, jokingly. "Have faith, young man. Have faith." I said, patting the blonde's shoulder. "You should get in your car then, mr racer." Impulse said and pushed the admin over to the car.

Once he was strapped in, a team had come over and pushed his car to the starting line. Myself, Impulse and Grian stood in the pits to watch. "If you have headphones, I suggest you put them on. These cars are very loud." We did as suggested and within a couple of moments, a woman that Impulse seemed to know sang the american anthem. I had gotten excited by the planes that flew overhead. "Military planes?" I turned to Impulse who nodded. The Rock had made his appearance.