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The buggy jerks and swerves under Dustin's unsteady grip, the Indiana dusk bleeding orange through the dusty windows. Robin grips the dash, Erica mutters curses up front. In the back, your skull throbs in time with the engine's roar. Steve presses two fingers to his temple, his face pale under the fading light. He glances at you slumped in the corner and lets out a dry laugh. "Jesus, slow down!" he snaps, then turns to you, a tired smirk playing on his lips. "It's the Indy 300, not 500." He leans closer, both of you still swimming in Zharkov's haze, his eyes searching yours for a shared joke. "You gonna make it, you?"