"The tension in the truck was as thick as lava as they pondered their fiery mortality.
“Listen, Rock. You’ve got to be crazy,” said Vulcan his forehead heavily creased in desperation. “This baby is going to blow and the last time a team of drift-car racing geologists tried to halt a plate shift, a massive tsunami killed millions. There’s just no way we can pull this off. You know the story and you know it just can’t be done.”
“Of course I know, dammit,” sighed Dr. Rock, his fiery eyes glaring at his old friend. “That team was led by my brother.”
The crew breathed deep again and gave in to their memory of the tragedy. Dr. Rock’s brother had formed a meticulous plan, only have it thwarted by a freak mechanical explosion. The aftershocks of that horrific day lay heavy on their minds.
“…but this is different,” said Dr. Rock. “We’ve learned from their mistakes and I’m not going to let my brother’s death be for nothing, dammit. All we’ve got to do is… go faster!” Then he slammed his fist on the table for dramatic effect, spilling snacks everywhere and storming out of the room."