Barachius yelled as he threw a glass vessel at the wall. He had gathered the green drivers together to discuss the tournament, but the discussion had turned into further abuse. “What do you have to say for yourselves?” “The boy is good, maybe even the best,” Jiao Xen, the driver from the Republic of Seres interjected from his perch against the back wall. “I paid for you because I was told you were the best. Are you telling me it was a bad investment?” His face reddened as he yelled at the man. “If you do not stop competing against each other and start working together as a team, I will have you all crucified! I do not care who wins as long as a green driver crosses that line first. This is not every man for himself. This is green versus blue. Do I make myself clear?” The men nodded their heads in agreement, afraid of saying or doing anything to further anger Barachius. *** It was a beautiful day, the sun was high in the sky, and a light breeze rolled over the land.
