Miranda "Minx" Lawrence

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X pulls the car up out the front of a trendy dining district, picking a restaurant he knows Minx likes and somewhere he knows has nice open tables out the front. This is a show piece after all. And there are reporters starting to gather like flies around a corpse.

He opens the car door for Minx, gesturing for Will to follow. As the staff of the restaurant make a fuss of welcoming her back, X stops to whisper a quiet work in Will's ear. "The big blonde guy at the table to your left and the seedy looking guy smoking on the corner are both with us, so is the bus-boy. Just grab a seat nearby and if the reporters get too pushed or close, we can signal them and they'll cause a distraction while we leave.

Minx tries to smile as Ethan, the youngest and newest member of their cleans her table for her.

Minx's room is very modern and rather large. One corner is takes up by a large couch and entertainment system with almost every gaming system she can name. The rest of the room is large, comfortable bed and large desk cum workstation with several more holographic car designs on display, as well as paper schematics.

She holds a gentle hand out to him. "Welcome to my humble abode."

Minx trips happily up the stairs and lets herself into Will's room. It takes her a quick moment to find what she's looking for so by the time he comes up, she's sitting on his bed.

Dressed in his Lincoln Green shirt, belted around her waist. And not a lot else.

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She smiles and takes him hand, leading him through the door. On the other side is pretty ordinary storage room, full of car parts and tool boxes. “I wasn’t sure where to start but then I thought I should show you where I work. Or at least where part of my work is.”

Through the next door is the massive concrete and glass bunker of the Thunderhead race-track pits. She walks over to a shining black and yellow vehicle, almost too slick to be called a car. “This is the Shooting Star. My pride and joy.”