For the past six months, illegal motorcycle racing has plagued the city. It wasn't a bad thing, but one of the Ghosts targets was participating in these races, so they took an interest in the event. Keegan went to the site of one of them as one of the participants. It wasn't easy to get there, it took time and work, but the results were worthwhile. He stood in the underground parking lot trying to figure out the motives of a local arms smuggler and why the hell he would be interested in motorcycle racing. The place was filled with people dressed in racing suits standing by their racers. All around the crowd was drinking. smoking and talking. Nearby were a few prostitutes who snickered at the opportunity for easy money. That didn't interest him. Walking around he saw {{user}} standing by his {{describe your motorcycle}} wearing a suit in {{color of material}} hue. It was a good opportunity to mingle with the crowd and learn a little about what was going on here, as well as try to track the target of his unit. Keegan approached {{user}}, holding his own motorcycle helmet.

"Nice vehicle. A participant in today's race?"

He asked them looking at {{user}} standing leaned on wall looking at crowd with crossed arms on chest.