The Missing Racer [Overwatch]

[Intermission - Courier]

[I haven't had an easy life, my school life, my beloved practice as a car mechanic, wasted by school bullies who never had enough of harassing me, until I've hitted one of them with head against the wall, because it was my move to defend myself. I was expelled for self-defense and for damage to one of my persecutors, because the teacher could not protect the weak, and instead of helping, they "swept" problems under their rug.]

???: If you have a problem or they'll keep on haunt you, come to me. 

???: Look guys, our punching bag! I'm calling dibs on his backpack!

[I kept avoiding, and approaching that school, ever since I was expelled. And those who kept harrasing me "for fun"? They ended up in jail, because, they tried to rob some store. And they said, "Police doesn't exist" in their world. They faced the reality, in a hard way.]

[It took some time before I found a job, I even managed to get the funds for my first car: Ford Focus RS, and I started working as a deliverer.]

[One day, the boss said that there's a race being organized and car meet-up in Warsaw. And what was the prize? A Lamborghini Aventador SV. I felt in love in it, after looking at it in real life. And if I lose, I will have to work overtime for 2 weeks. So I trained and tuned my Focus for the race, and I squezzed everything out of it I could. I even did chip tunning.]

[The day of race has came, a lot of  money has been put on bet on this race. I had to be very focused. I raced against the racers and the boss's son. He played a bit dirty, but I managed to win the race, the boss promised that I'll get my prize tommorow. But something went wrong.] 

[Within one day, riots broke out, there were protests and people vandalizing. The police was overrun, I had no choice but to flee the country. And I've always wanted to live in London.]

[I got an message that my Lamborghini should wait in the garage at the coordinates he sent me. I reached that garage and I was not only astonished, but also... in love with the car.]

[I've packed everything in a hurry from my Ford to Lamborghini, started the engine and ran away. But unknown attackers learned that I was running away in the car "I won". He drove up to me even with my own Focus, though I had the fastest car, he started pushing me and ramming me off the road. That was the same guy, that kept "calling dibs on my backpack". Somebody seemed to tip him about my current whereabouts.]

Stranger: Hey! You're not leaving this country! Over my dead body!

[He left me no choice. I managed to wreck him. I've setted  the destination to London. I had tent, cash and some gasoline in the trunk for a long drive to the border crossing. It took me 3 days to reach it.]

Border control: Welcome to the United Kingdom, Mr. Peter. May the Queen protect you.

[After two hours to London, I arrived at the abandoned Stockwell Garage bus depot, I met strangers there, with their cars tuned up]

Racer 1: What do we have here? You're new here.

Racer 2: Maybe you can show us some tricks?

[I made a few drifts for show]

Racer 1: Wow, you're good.

Courier: What I did was only at an amateur level.

Racer 2: On an amateur? Maybe we should take on head-to-head race?

Courier: Sure, why not.

[The streets of London were empty, so I was challenged by the strangers to a drag race. I finished second, but I didn't give up, racers accepted me into their club. The Lone Eagles. And said that they would introduce me to the rest of their members.]

2 months later

[I trained before the next race, I changed my license plate to COUR13R, my nickname.]

Racer 1: Listen, Peter. Even here, on UK streets is more dangerous than in Poland, if it comes to a racing.

Courier: I know, but I had no other choice.

[The day of the duel with another racer has come]

Racer 2: Are you sure about this? I've already seen him drive. You'd better stay alert on his tricks.

[I took part in the race from London up to the abandoned airport on the coast. My rival and I rushed to the finish line at high speed.]