A couple of weeks prior....
[Welcome back to My Final Podcast. Seven Chances here. Before the Rift opens, I would like to tell all my supporters that yes, I will be at the Apocalypse Convention next weekend with my faction, the Last Surviving Fortress. If you wish to know if I or the Faction Leader, Black Zeus will be cosplaying... I'm afraid the answer will probably disappoint you. That's not to say that all members of the Last Surviving Fortress will be wearing civilian outfits, but sorry I definitely will not be amongst the ones who aren't.
[Okay, the Rift is open. One Smooth Operator is leading us today as we suspect.. yes we were correct. The Rift is a racing battleground. I am so glad I upgraded my Doom Buggy the other day. I should be able to make some decent drifts around the corners this time rather than turn into a spinning wheel of burning metal like last time. I don't think I will live that one down for a long while.
[I see that Thirteen Levels of Purgatory have opted for custom cars... how predictable. As usual our rivals have more money than sense. Never Mind the Wicked are pulling out all stops, tanks, buggies, you name it. Is that a Nightmare 1000 Motorbike? Seriously? Where did the Valkyries scavenge that sweet machine?! Aw, now I am seriously jealous...]
A short while later, Jordan Potter removed his headset and placed his controller on the table, before uploading the podcast recorded via his connected PC. He then picked up the mobile phone he'd set to vibrate and dialled a number. It didn't take long for the call to connect.
"Hey Jordan," the man greeted. "How'd it go?"
"It was a racer," Jordan replied, running his hand through his short hair. "We came in second. Pity you had to work late."
"Yeah, well what can you do," came the reply. "It's been hectic since Shaun left without notice. And no one's answered the ad yet. Want to work in the bar with me?"
"I'll pass," Jordan refused. He was attending university so that he didn't have to get a 'real job' yet. Why would he want to change that when he didn't have to?
"So who came in first?" His friend asked. "Please tell me it wasn't Purgatory!"
"Nah, they were, but one of their wheels flipped out when we hit this unexpected sand dune just after the fourth turn," Jordan laughed. "It was an amazing sight. I got to record it in full action. With that out, they couldn't place high enough over all. The Valkyries slipped past us in the last few seconds. I didn't get to see how they did it, though."
"You win some..."
"You lose some," Jordan finished for him.
"I'll watch the podcast later, maybe I can find a few clues."
"Hey, Adam," Jordan decided to confirm. "You are coming next weekend, you aren't down to work or anything?"
"Well, the boss is pretty pissy about it," Adam sighed, wincing as he recalled the argument he'd had not that long ago when he had found out the evil woman had put his name down for shifts, despite him booking time off months ago. "But the woman can go to hell, I said I couldn't work next weekend five months ago! I've worked shift after shift extra since Shaun went without complaint."
"It's probably why she thought she could put you down for this weekend," Jordan laughed.
"Probably," he agreed. "I'm going to grab a snack and catch some zzz's, I still have my other job in the morning."
"You are mental," Jordan told him.
"Needs must, my friend, needs must."
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