Who Was the Victor? (Monthly Passes, Please)

As time passed, Hell's Kitchen's Street Racing Competition finally reached its most crucial moment.

Only the final lap remained in the 15-lap race. The few cars still in the running pushed their engines to the limit and roared toward the finish line.

Alvin clutched his head as he watched Donatello guard the finish line like a mercenary who'd been paid to risk his life and was determined to earn his keep. Over the past while, the turtle had piloted the Combat Robot and cleared most of the cars off the track.

Of course, a few racers who knew they had no chance of winning had come looking for trouble...

Poor Roman had tried to teach that turtle-shell kid a lesson, only to get the engine of his car smashed by the giant Pneumatic Hammer attached to the robot's arm. The foul-mouthed bastard screamed as his car crashed into the second floor of a house by the road.

With more polished driving, Brian overtook the two crazy women, then began a fierce battle with his brother-in-law, Dominic. This was the chance he'd always dreamed of: beating Dominic at an official event and proving himself.

Fox and Gisele were much rougher. As far as these two women were concerned, they were each other's only enemy. It didn't matter who won the competition; all that mattered was reaching the finish line before the other.

Guarding the finish line, Donatello finally got the news from the fleeing Michelangelo: the boss's wife had entered the race, and he'd just fired at least a hundred rubber bullets at her.

Donatello pictured the miserable end awaiting him if Alvin caught him and bled him for soup. Terrified, he gritted his teeth and stared toward the bend, trying to comfort himself with the thought that maybe the boss's