Ryley cracked his shoulders and adjusted the zip on the dark leather jacket he wore. He stood on the edge of a half built concrete bridge, extending into the blackness of deserted building behind him. In front down the finished parts of the bridge and road rose the lights of what appeared to be Neo Tokyo flickered. They beamed a mass of neon and sparkle that betrayed the setting as an unrealistic scene straight from an anime or comic. Added to this the fact the area of bridge was filled with a mass of vehicles of all shapes and sizes, eras and pop culture references. A Delorean idled nearby, a yellow school bus behind it. Ryley himself leaned on a red motor bike sitting beside an idling mystery machine from old earth scooby doo. He adjusted his helmet under his arm and watched the door, checking the time on the bike. The race was due to start and he was waiting.

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