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(Wait, but the vehicle's not right. And I think I know who's driving it..)

...No way?

...Phew.

You're good. It's my loss.

I'm flattered. You took that curve very well. Had my machine not been somewhat better, I would never have overtaken.

Good morning, Inspector Hoshiguma.

You're unbeatable, Madam Fumizuki.

Oh, my. You don't seem surprised at all.

I'm pretty surprised, actually. It was too fast just before. I only dared to guess it was you after that curve.

Everyone's familiar with your principal vehicle, Madam, I'd never mistake it. Today's the first time I've seen those wheels, though.

Are you going to issue me a speeding ticket, then?

Of course I couldn't. This racecourse is outside our jurisdiction, anyway, specifically for racing... If tickets were a thing out here, I wouldn't get away with it either.

Hehe. You've all been working terribly hard.

That's our job. Nothing terrible about it.

What's wrong, Inspector Hoshiguma? You seem like there's still something you want to say.

Eh... nothing much.

Just thinking, the wind out here feels really nice.

Flooring down an accelerator sure does wonders for my mood.

Quite right. Hear, hear!

In times with just too much to try and do, it truly feels a lot better once you've taken in the breeze.

Though that can't be all you wanted to say, can it?

Huh... I guess there's no hiding it from you, Madam.

I was just thinking—

The Stream-35LL Luminous Luxury parked downstairs from Master Wei for the last two days, even though he doesn't seem like the biking type. Sure enough, it was never his.

On the endless barrens, a red-haired Vulpo man squats on the ground, concentrating hard on something.

Not far behind him is a car, undergoing inspection from a Lupo with white hair and a Feline in black.

The three of them seem like companions, and their ride, broken down.

Hey, Aosta, come over here.

What?

Look at these bugs.

See what they're doing? All walking in a line.

And their group's pretty long too. Let me see where they're heading.

Looks like you're charged back up.

Yeah, I'm feeling a lot better now!

I don't put too much stock in your own self-reports, though.

What are you, my mamma?!

You were coughing blood half an hour ago.

Ha ha, but I'm not now.

Ah, shit. I spent too long talking to you and now the bugs are gone.

Forget it. I'm going back to fix the car again.

Hey, have you guys figured out what's wrong with the car yet? Want me to come help?

The tubing's busted in places. The engine won't start.

Me and Broca can deal with it. Just stay in one place, okay.

Not like I've got anywhere to go. There's nothing out here, and nowhere to run to.

Following a rumble, the engine comes to life again.

Phew... Broca, go and call Chiave back here.

Alright.

Yo, Broca, why don't we see who can piss farther!

My bladder is empty.

You don't give him straight answers to these, Broca.

Damn, that's a shame! This is perfect weather to piss to!

Aside from polar wastes, I don't think there's any weather bad for p... for relieving yourself.

You just don't get it, Aosta. It's all about a feeling!

Ah, a perfect arc—che cazzo!

What's wrong?

The wind just blew my perfect arc onto my shoes! Tch, what a bummer.

Just leave it, we're gonna go. If we can't find a rendezvous before sundown, we'll have to sleep out on the barrens tonight.

What's wrong with the barrens?

Look at it this way, I've never been camping before! Let's camp out today!

The barrens are a death trap, and realistically speaking, this jacked ride doesn't even have any camping equipment in it. Our only place to sleep is inside.

Also, fuel is another problem.

Cheh. The last owner just didn't get it.

I don't think the average city car owner would have any camping stuff prepared, let alone additional fuel.

Who knows if one day someone'll borrow your car to go camping, eh? It doesn't hurt to prepare!

And would you?

Eh... no.

Then shut up and get ready to leave.

Aight.

Are we off now?

Mm-hm. Let me drive.

Whaaat? Isn't it my turn?

You just relax.

Aosta, you know something? You get more and more like a mamma every day.

Hey, Broca, you get where I'm coming from?

A little.

It's because both of you have Oripathy.

I hear good life habits help keep illness in check. You should go to bed earlier every day, Chiave.

God, y'know, Aosta? My own mamma never told me that.

Sticazzi... just shut up.

Aosta says as he starts the engine.

What's some good tunes to put on...

*Clicks tongue* Respect to the owner, they listened to a lot... Ah-ha, I like the look of this sleeve. Put this on!

Chiave inserts his newfound record disc into the car's hi-fi system, and lively music bursts from the speakers—

'♪Saturday's coming, wanna ride my beast far'

'♪To your apartment with a present like a star'

(Whistle) Not bad.

For sure. Okay, on we go.

By the way, Aosta.

Mm?

Where are we heading right now?

I should've answered this before we set off.

I forgot.

I bet you weren't even listening in the first place.

I nabbed a map while were slipping out. For now, we're heading towards Locomotiva City, since it's closest.

They've taken a rocky road with our family. As long as we're lucky, we can join up with them.

If not, at least we have somewhere to stop over.

Hey, I used to hear about this weird village in the west of Siracusa. It was all haunted inside. Let's go take a look.

Keep dreaming. We don't even know where it is. You don't even know if someone just made that up.

Then how about we go see a city one of the other Twelve Families runs?

Hey, y'know, the Sicilia Legale counts as one of the Thirteen Families, but they fight each other plenty. Some alliance, hah!