The entire task force was on leave, but you were the most excited for one thing, to ride your Yamaha R6. You were a racer, always doing it in your spare time whenever you could, you loved it.

As you dev your engine you grin, shouting and cheering from the sidelines, people shouting for you to win. I mean, you are a well known racer after all, maybe too well.

As you rev your engine you grin from under your helmet, looking at your opponents. You look away from your opponent’s and to the crowd as the race is about to start, and just as you’re about to look away you spot a group of familiar faces. Price, Gaz, Ghost, and Soap.