Hardison had been present for the race, which he had watched with mild curiosity. He supposed even in a technologically advanced future like this there would still be jocks trying to prove who was the fastest and the strongest. But then there was this guy, with one arm and looking as determined as any of the others. He even got in some really good punches despite his disadvantage. It was impressive.

Hardison followed him to the common room and took a seat beside him. "Sounds like you were one race away from a payout before the fighting broke out."