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gain two positions for the price of one.
    â€œWill do, I wonder … do you suppose I could leave a hidden minefield behind me and transfer the coordinates on over? ” Folders had a few tricks in the weapon department as well, it seemed. Drake got excited at this; it brought the prospect of taking out a lot more racecrafts than initially expected.
    â€œThat sounds amazing, Send me the coordinates a.s.a.p.” Drake couldn’t wait to start passing debris from enemy race-crafts that wouldn’t be aware of the minefield. “Number thirteen ending transmission.”
    â€œJaws, I want you to feed me all coordinates the number twenty six racecraft sends over as soon as they patch through … They will not come all at once, so be alert.” Drake was not totally convinced. “Kraus, I want you to assist him … Bruvold can handle that right now. The race begins in one-half hour people, so get your game faces on.”

CHAPTER THREE
Come Back to When
    T he race began with Drake ordering the engines back to maximum power, an unfruitful strategy in most long distance races given the immense strain it can have on racecraft engines. Drake was well aware of this strategy’s failures, but knew he started farthest from the destination. He felt it was absolutely necessary to maintain full speed longer than he would have normally been inclined to. Drake ordered the F.B.R., Juhaen, to study shield operations with Sammy, for his second official Full Circle Six command. Within five hours into the race, Jaws received his first set of coordinates.
    â€œI got one, sir!” Jaws seemed too excited for just being contacted. Drake said nothing and immediately transferred the coordinates in his navigation command center, as well as in his holochart gazers. It would be some time until they came across the mines, but no mistake could be tolerated.
    Drake Judge felt the exhilaration begin to work its way through his limbs and his torso. He finished off another cup of coffee and straightened his denim hat. This was the big time for him. The largest challenge he’d ever faced and the sheer eagerness of the hazardous conditions, competition, and actuality that he could finish this race season in first place was near to the point of overwhelming. For a long time, Drake had stayed away from long races, and especially this race, because they didn’t coincide with his full speed, all out style of racing. He was unsure of when to cut the engine power, but he knew that he did not want it to be too soon, although being too late would ultimately be worse. At any rate, Folders was not the only racer with tricks. Drake wanted desperately to try a few of his own on any potential targets that would get in his way. On the eve of the first day, one such opportunity came Drake’s way.
    â€œCap, we are closing in on racecraft number twenty, and she’s moving slow.” Kraus, who was working with Jaws on communications and sensors, was the one to pick up the sensor and report it.
    â€œOk, all weapon hands in position … Bruvold, take left cannons … Croxy, take right cannons … this will be a good lesson for you … Kraus, I want you on special weapons control in case anything gets out of hand.” Drake’s heart was pumping now; he finally had action. He scooted up to the edge of his seat and rubbed his hands together in anticipation of the conflict.
    â€œIn range momentarily.” Jaws reported contently “Are you intending to destroy them?” He continued in a humane tone.
    â€œIf it’s necessary, yes I will take every measure to ensure we pass them. It’s my job.” Drake looked like a lion ready to pounce on his prey. “Right cannon, lock and load. Fire at will … Left cannon stand by to follow suit on my command … I want those shields of theirs disabled in sixty seconds.”
    â€œFiring right cannons, sir.” Croxy was pushing his buttons