DISCLAIMER: The Transporter does not belong to me and belongs to it's respectful company.
A/N: I have based my fanfic around The Transporter, however I have based the concept around my OC's. However the characters themselves are based around The Transporters Characters.
If font is in italics, it means a flashback or an event that hasn't taken place yet. I'll make it obvious.
Jason had rules. However these rules were there for reasons. His job. A Transporter. But these rules weren't only to be abided, but, to be broken.
Rule 1: The deal is NOT to be broken.
Rule 2: Defiantly NO names.
Rule 3: Whatever happens. Don't look in the package.
Having been living by these rules, Jason made a mistake. A grave mistake. One that ultimately result to a breaking of these rules.
Prelude: Future Events
Jason sat admiring his new car, his Audi R8. After a successful transportation, he decided to treat himself with a new automobile. His old BMW 3-series had started to show signs of wear, and as technology was increasing, Jason felt change was needed. The Audi gleamed from the Service Station's lights and the 20inch alloys drew attention to a few onlookers.
Showing signs of satisfaction, Jason took a munch into his cheese and tomato sandwich. It was starting to get late. Looking at his slick, titanium watch, it read 23:00pm. 'Shit, need to clean up and head off', Jason thought as he wiped his mouth with a cloth. Finishing his last bite, he looked up at his black Audi. Passerby's looked by with awe, and the odd person would take meaningless photos. Grinning, Jason took out his box of cigarettes and his playboy lighter. Putting the fag into his mouth, he was getting ready to light it when an Asian man shouted.
"Hey you, what you doing? Can't you read? No smoking dumb ass." Jason paused. His eyes slowly looked up at an Asian gentlemen sitting on the opposite table. His fag still in his mouth, Jason smirked.
"Who do you think your calling dumbass?" Jason said keeping one eye on his car.
"You," the Chinese gentlemen said getting to his feet. In the corners of the room others started to get up and walk to the Chinese man's side.
"Hey, hey. I want no trouble in my store. If you gonna fight, take it outside," the checkout man said as he took out a shotgun from under the counter.
"Look. I don't need any difficulty," Jason said putting his hands up. The counter guy slowly put his shotgun down. The Chinese man smirked.
"Didn't think so." He clicked his stubby fingers and his men followed. Looking back at Jason, the Asian man uncovered a bit of his blazer to show an Uzi 21mm. Laughing, they took off in their green tuned Nissan Skyline's.
The cars had overly installed vinyl's of howling wolfs and alloys slightly bigger then Jason's. The body work of the car showed excellent craftsmanship with the car's body lying quite low to the floor. Loud deafening music played from the car with the bass shaking Jason's seat. Starting the cars, blue neon lights lightened up from under the car and pulsed in time with the music. The three identical cars shot off with a cloud of smoke being the only thing left behind.
Jerks Jason thought as he put his black camera pen in the inside of his leather jacket. Getting up from his table, Jason's mobile rang with the recognizable tune of mission impossible.
"Hello," Jason answered in his low, almost growling voice.
"Jason, with have just received highly important details for a delivery needed to be made by you," the caller said. The caller was unmistakably from MI5. She was Violet. A close friend to Jason, and she too was a transporter. In the whole field of MI5, there were only 4 transporters. These were people who have trained in MI5 and learnt the traits needed for being a Transporter.
Trait number one. Strength.
Trait number 2. Driving skills.
Trait number 3. Intelligence
Having all three of these attributes makes an incredible Transporter. A transporters job is to deliver information or packages to given destinations in a set time while abiding by rules.
"OK. Give me the details," Jason asked as he moved towards the counter to pay for his sandwich.
"A black bag weighing 12kg, 67cm in length and 34cm in width. Destination, Docks in New Port. Come to MI5 academy to receive the package. The rest of details will be told there" replied Violet.
"OK. Thanks for the update," Jason put away his slick Razr2 into his jacket and took out some cash. Leaving the money on the counter, Jason departed out the service station and entered the cold night. The moon glistened in the night's sky. Not one cloud or star was seen. Taking out his car keys, Jason opened the doors to his Audi. They opened upwards and Jason entered the warm car, sitting on his leather seat. Closing the door, he pushed the ignition button, and the car roared into life then a calm sound of the engine was heard. He set off onto the quite, serene roads heading to the fisrt packages delivery first.
Putting the radio on, Jason set the car to cruise control and winded down the windows feeling the fresh air flow through his short blonde hair. Passing under a tunnel, the radio stopped and sounds of monstrous engines could be heard behind the Audi. Looking to his side mirror, Jason saw the dreaded sight of three green Nissan Skylines. These bastards again.
Shit was going down…
Well that's the prelude to my first chapter I intended it to be short by the way.
