The gang gets together the evening after the Star Mall incident to lick their wounds and update friends who missed the chaos. Vincent is missing, and some are relieved at his absence, including Jenny, who is still in shock from the previous night. Jack makes a brief appearance, having emerged from his vortex of sim gaming to try to patch things up with Jenny. His attempts are hindered by the fact that not only has he been away for two weeks playing sim games, but he has no idea that his roommate is in the hospital and that two of their friends are dead.

After some catching up and a lot of apologizing, Dale shows up and invites the gang to a Rally at the defunct Hanson air field south of Night City. There'll be cyclists from all over the area racing on the airfields. The gang can go see what people are riding and maybe even challenge some folks to a race or two. The gang consents and mounts up.

The field is a dark void, lit only by the irregular intermingling pools of vehicle and cooking fire lights. Here gangs gather like 19th century ad hoc fortifications, shiny racers forming a ring facing outward surrounding a couple cars, a pickup truck, or an SUT. The objective is not to fend people off though, but to show off. Rally bikes tricked out with the latest mods, the most evocative paint jobs, and maximimum chrome attest to the skill, power, and resources of each gang. It makes our gang self-conscious and insecure to be around, as they park their bikes in a line on the edge of the darkness with the other unknown gangs.

Racy smells the aromas of the cooking fires and immediately begins to mix with the gangs, using her sultry curves and coy smalltalk to sim free food and beer from the gangs in the light. Bob quickly follows suit and eclipes Racy in his hoarde or free eats and drinks, as it turns out that his years on the beat have earned him many, many, acquaintences in this menagerie. The others hop from island of light to island, observing people's bikes and their gang compositions. As they are systematically snubbed by each group, a silent concensus begins to overtake them that they must/will do whatever it takes to join these ranks, to be accepted by these elite, and to dominate these fields.

Around them, bikes constantly roll forward onto the runways and catapult into the night in two to five bike races. They fade into the darkness at thunderous speed until only their taillights can be seen in the darkness vieing for leadership before they cross the finish line.

It's not long before the gang wants to try a little racing themselves. They circle the fringes to pick out weaker riders with bikes more in their league, and it's no time before Jade has a mark. She approaches the man and trys to goad him into a race but is refused. Jade's just getting ready to walk away when Racy, Bob and their new acquaintence Jesus show up. Jesus sizes Jade up and throws in a challenge of his own, dusted liberally with emasulating taunts. The mark takes the bait and agrees to race against Jade.

Jade narrowly beats the mark in a second race after the first was inconclusive. Her hands are trembling and her heart is pounding. This race thing is harder and more dangerous than she expected, she realizes. It took everything she had and a little luck to squeak ahead of the mark. Jesus congradulates her and gives her half of the winnings, a crisp 100EB note. Jade beams.

Racy sidles up to Jesus and begins some casual talk to try to find out how he and his friends can afford such nice bikes. Jesus goes over some innocuous work they do, then hints that he's got a job that's worth good money which even his friends haven't got the stomach for. Racy pushes a little, and Jesus says he needs some folks with a truck. Racy offers to get one, grabs Fix, and leaves with him on his bike.