Kenn bursts into the lot, the cold night hitting like a slap. His Ferrari waits by the fence, low and glossy under the dock lights.
Behind him, the dock door slams open again. Marisol Vega, Tempest, and The Man on the Apron pour out after him, spreading wide to cut off the driver’s side.
Kenn runs hard, belt dragging at his hip, keys flashing in one fist. The damaged tape on the championship strap shows plain as day as it catches the light.
Marisol Vega
Stop right there, Kenn. You are not getting in that car.
Tempest
Everyone can see it now. The belt is tampered with.
The Man on the Apron
He’s trying to run. Don’t let him reach the door.
Kenn reaches the front quarter-panel, but the others are closing the gap fast, boxing him in between the Ferrari and the fence.
✓ Quest Accepted
Escape the loading dock lot
“I remotely start the car and run for the driver's side door.”
SUCCESS (Great Agility, rolled -1)
Kenn thumbs the remote, and the Ferrari answers with a sharp chirp and a flare of headlights.
That flash buys him the split second he needs. He lunges for the driver’s side, shoulder low, belt tight at his waist.
Marisol Vega
He started it. Get him before he gets the door open!
Tempest
He’s running on stolen time now. Don’t let him touch that handle!
Kenn hits the handle first. The door pops open under his hand, and the belt strap scrapes the frame with a harsh slap.
A little smoke curls from the tailpipe as the engine catches. The horn gives a startled blip, loud enough to turn every head in the lot.
The Man on the Apron
He’s got it started, move!
Kenn yanks the door wider and dives into the seat, but the blast of noise and light has already pinned the chase to the pavement around him.
“I mash the gas pedal and drive back to the hotel.”
SUCCESS (Great Agility, rolled +0)