SPEED AND TAMERS
Chapter 1 – Race 1
Shinjuku – 9:45 P.M.
Our story begins in one of the many apartment complexes in the city. There, 17-year-old Takato Matsuki was jamming away on his homework. He was thinking, "Man, is it boring. I hope something comes up, and I mean soon." It was just about a few minutes after he'd done his work when he heard the phone go off. He found the phone, and he answered it.
Takato: Hello?
Me: Takato, that you?
Takato: Yeah. Where are you guys?
Me: We're at the sushi restaurant at Ryoshi Street. Meet us there. 10:35 P.M, and bring cash, and your car.
Takato: Got it. I'm there.
Me: OK. Farewell.
(Both parties hang up)
Takato wasted no time. He grabbed his jacket, his wallet, and his car keys, and went to his Mitsubishi Eclipse. He sped towards the Ryoshi Sushi restaurant, but not before grabbing a few drinks for the gang. It was 10:34 when he got there. We sipped them down, and said, "Thanks, man." He smiled, and replied back, "Don't mention it." We talked for awhile, and Henry implied, "So, where are we this time?" I said, "Abandoned street, 50 miles northwest of the town. Who's in?" Takato stepped up. "I am. Here's my bet." He showed us two 100 dollar bills. Henry also stepped up and said, "Count me in on this one. Here's my bet." He showed us three 100 dollar bills. Then Ryo showed up and said. "I'm in. I got no money, but I do have the pink slip to my civic!" Showing off his slip. I knew how that worked. Winner got the poor sap's car, but if the slipper won, he'd keep his car and win the money. I said, "Ok, we got four including me. Let's go."
11:45 P.M. 50 miles northwest of Shinjuku
Ryan and Tim, two guys from the same school as us painted a line 50 meters away. Shawn, who was also from the same school, was listening to a CB radio with a police scanner attached. Meanwhile, we were all getting ready for our race. Takato and me were talking again, Henry prayed to God, and Ryo visualized the race ahead. Takato and me finished our conversation and headed towards our respective cars, me going to my BMW Z8 while Takato went to his Mazda RX-7. after that we released our own NOS valves, and turned on our computers, while Henry finished praying and readied his turbo chargers in his mustang. Ryo did the same in his civic. Meanwhile, Shawn listened to the scanner.
Police dispatch: All unavailable units. Break-in at West 45th, investigate immediately. Repeat, break-in at West 45th,
investigate immediately all available units!
Shawn smiled, and he said, "John, I have a break-in at West 45th. The boys in blue are over it. We're good to go. I repeat, we are good to go! Let's race!" John smiled, and thanked Shawn. He turned to us, and yelled, "You ready?" We revved up our cars, and he screamed, "Ready!" We got our hands on our shifters. "Set!" We all released our brakes, and readied our shifters. "GO!" We immediately went to drive and floored the gas and we were off! A few minutes later, I checked my computer, and I smiled. First level complete. Ready for NOS chamber 1. I pushed that button, and I was off. Takato thought the same thing. He did that too. Ryo and Henry fired up their turbos and were catching up. I checked my computer. It was getting to pass second level, and I knew that. I heard the beeping, and the computer said, "Level 2 complete." I pushed in the button to activate the second NOS chamber, and I was flying! Takato did the same thing, and Henry and Ryo applied a second turbo boost. Takato and me were engaged in a drag, leaving Henry and Ryo in the dust.
10 miles later, we passed the line, and braked. I finished first, Takato second, Henry third and Ryo last. I yelled, "Yes!" Boy, was Ryo mad. I replied, "Nice race Ryo. You'll get me next time." Ryo said, "Yeah. Not only you got the money, but you got my Civic!" I said, "Truth hurts." Meanwhile…
Police dispatch: Attention all units: We've got street racing on Fukimoto. Repeat: Street racing on Fukimoto.
Shawn had no time to waste, and he screamed, "Guys go! We got cops, cops, cops, cops, cops!" When you heard that, you had no time to act or think or claim money or your new car if it was pink-slipped. You had to run because when Shawn gave that warning, it was either run, or risk arrest or loss of license. We ran out of there, and went into a dark neighborhood and waited it out until the cops gave up the chase. I said, "My house."
So, how was it so far? Now, I forgot the disclaimer, so here it is: I don't own the Digimon characters, since Toei owns them, However, I do own myself, Shawn, Tim, John and Ryan." There. Enough said. Don't forget to R&R!
Chapter 1 – Race 1
Shinjuku – 9:45 P.M.
Our story begins in one of the many apartment complexes in the city. There, 17-year-old Takato Matsuki was jamming away on his homework. He was thinking, "Man, is it boring. I hope something comes up, and I mean soon." It was just about a few minutes after he'd done his work when he heard the phone go off. He found the phone, and he answered it.
Takato: Hello?
Me: Takato, that you?
Takato: Yeah. Where are you guys?
Me: We're at the sushi restaurant at Ryoshi Street. Meet us there. 10:35 P.M, and bring cash, and your car.
Takato: Got it. I'm there.
Me: OK. Farewell.
(Both parties hang up)
Takato wasted no time. He grabbed his jacket, his wallet, and his car keys, and went to his Mitsubishi Eclipse. He sped towards the Ryoshi Sushi restaurant, but not before grabbing a few drinks for the gang. It was 10:34 when he got there. We sipped them down, and said, "Thanks, man." He smiled, and replied back, "Don't mention it." We talked for awhile, and Henry implied, "So, where are we this time?" I said, "Abandoned street, 50 miles northwest of the town. Who's in?" Takato stepped up. "I am. Here's my bet." He showed us two 100 dollar bills. Henry also stepped up and said, "Count me in on this one. Here's my bet." He showed us three 100 dollar bills. Then Ryo showed up and said. "I'm in. I got no money, but I do have the pink slip to my civic!" Showing off his slip. I knew how that worked. Winner got the poor sap's car, but if the slipper won, he'd keep his car and win the money. I said, "Ok, we got four including me. Let's go."
11:45 P.M. 50 miles northwest of Shinjuku
Ryan and Tim, two guys from the same school as us painted a line 50 meters away. Shawn, who was also from the same school, was listening to a CB radio with a police scanner attached. Meanwhile, we were all getting ready for our race. Takato and me were talking again, Henry prayed to God, and Ryo visualized the race ahead. Takato and me finished our conversation and headed towards our respective cars, me going to my BMW Z8 while Takato went to his Mazda RX-7. after that we released our own NOS valves, and turned on our computers, while Henry finished praying and readied his turbo chargers in his mustang. Ryo did the same in his civic. Meanwhile, Shawn listened to the scanner.
Police dispatch: All unavailable units. Break-in at West 45th, investigate immediately. Repeat, break-in at West 45th,
investigate immediately all available units!
Shawn smiled, and he said, "John, I have a break-in at West 45th. The boys in blue are over it. We're good to go. I repeat, we are good to go! Let's race!" John smiled, and thanked Shawn. He turned to us, and yelled, "You ready?" We revved up our cars, and he screamed, "Ready!" We got our hands on our shifters. "Set!" We all released our brakes, and readied our shifters. "GO!" We immediately went to drive and floored the gas and we were off! A few minutes later, I checked my computer, and I smiled. First level complete. Ready for NOS chamber 1. I pushed that button, and I was off. Takato thought the same thing. He did that too. Ryo and Henry fired up their turbos and were catching up. I checked my computer. It was getting to pass second level, and I knew that. I heard the beeping, and the computer said, "Level 2 complete." I pushed in the button to activate the second NOS chamber, and I was flying! Takato did the same thing, and Henry and Ryo applied a second turbo boost. Takato and me were engaged in a drag, leaving Henry and Ryo in the dust.
10 miles later, we passed the line, and braked. I finished first, Takato second, Henry third and Ryo last. I yelled, "Yes!" Boy, was Ryo mad. I replied, "Nice race Ryo. You'll get me next time." Ryo said, "Yeah. Not only you got the money, but you got my Civic!" I said, "Truth hurts." Meanwhile…
Police dispatch: Attention all units: We've got street racing on Fukimoto. Repeat: Street racing on Fukimoto.
Shawn had no time to waste, and he screamed, "Guys go! We got cops, cops, cops, cops, cops!" When you heard that, you had no time to act or think or claim money or your new car if it was pink-slipped. You had to run because when Shawn gave that warning, it was either run, or risk arrest or loss of license. We ran out of there, and went into a dark neighborhood and waited it out until the cops gave up the chase. I said, "My house."
So, how was it so far? Now, I forgot the disclaimer, so here it is: I don't own the Digimon characters, since Toei owns them, However, I do own myself, Shawn, Tim, John and Ryan." There. Enough said. Don't forget to R&R!