“Who can we have for phase one?” asked Ulyssa. “How about the dasher that arrived in the morning?” suggested Marceus. “He’s still here.” “Has he won any rounds?” “Of course. The guy is untouchable. He is incredibly fast. Plus he says he’s run around the globe a dozen times. Says it took him about two hours. I don’t even know how fast that is.” Ulyssa bit on her pen as she tried to calculate the speed. “The distance around the globe is about forty thousand and seventy two kilometres. Let’s say it took him exactly two hours, we divide forty thousand seventy two by two and we get twenty thousand and thirty six, meaning he runs that in one hour. If I then... hold on...” Marceus eagerly waited for her to come up with an answer. She suddenly started to laugh and stared at Marceus in amazement. “Ok he’s fast. Do you know if two hours is his record or?” “Two hours is all I’m hearing so far. Haven’t spoken to him personally about it. But how fast is he?” “Guess.” She leaned back on her chair with a twisted smile. “Five hundred meters per second.” “That is slower than a speeding bullet Marceus.” “How fast does a fucking bullet travel?” “Last I checked, the fastest a bullet travelled was around eight hundred and forty meters per second.” “And this guy is faster?” “Yes.” she said bluntly. “Fucking... three thousand meters per second.” “Go up.” “You’ve got to be fucking joking.” “Marceus, this guy ran around the world... in two hours!” “Alright. Ten thousand meters!” Marceus smiled wildly. “You were warmer with three thousand.” “And now he doesn’t sound all that fast to me. Five thousand?” “Four thousand two hundred and twenty two point nine meters.” She announced proudly. “That’s a bullshit number and you know it. You made that up. No, he made that up. That’s too perfect of a number.” “It’s correct... wait no it isn’t. It’s four thousand one hundred and twenty two point nine meters.” “Motherfucker, that guy is fast.” “Did the one legitimize the claim?” “Yes it did and you know it.” “So what’s his name?” she asked. “Viktor ‘fucking’ Zerka.” “My money is on this guy. If he can’t stop the prophet then I don’t know who can.”
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