Prologue

In the seaside mountains of Redview county, there were wrecked police cars, an unmarked Aston Martin One-77, and 2 patrol Bugatti Veyron Super Sport at the midst of it, smoking from the impact. There were only the only police cars that was wrecked during the Grand Tour held by Zephyr and paramedics are rushing towards the crash site.

"This is your local news at 12 bringing you the latest feed in Redview County." The female reporter said. From the point of view of the news camera, it shows the wrecked police cars along with paramedics with a title that says 'Zephyr survived horrific crash?' "Last afternoon, both of the police force and racers are involved in a horrific high speed collision as they go head to head to end this official competition between cops and racers held by Zephyr." The picture of the orange McLaren P1 is then shown. "Speaking of Zephyr, we have no visual or signs that this prophet of speed was anywhere to be found." The camera then pans into the crash site, looking for the orange hypercar. "While the other 3 cars that were escaped from this close call scene, Zephyr might have somehow escaped from this scene unharmed as no signs of him everywhere. This might be thinking of everyone's mind, where is Zephyr?"

*Static plays in the background*

Inside a diner in a middle of a small town, there was a man in a black coat, brown pants, wearing his shades, his mask and his beret. The man appears to be enjoying his meal, two eggs and a bacon with a cup of tea.

"Man." One of the customers in the diner, an old man next to him said. "That news reporter was right about one thing, where is he?"

"Don't know, don't care." His friend said, looking like he is older than him. "His car could've been broken down by now."

"Maybe it didn't."

"No way. Cars broke down when they got hit hard when it comes to crash into another car."

"Is he like... a wizard or something? Did he cast a hocus pocus or something?"

The man have his meal done, then he puts 6 dollars on the table.

"You know, that's just your imagination."

The coated man then stopped behind them.

"He is not a wizard, he is just a humble racer, seeking truth and retribution against the police force that corrupted the public with their words of 'To Serve and Protect'." He said, making the two turned around at his direction. "The police said to themselves that they fought for the public. But they only fought for nothing but themselves, corrupted by the words of the so-called authority."

"So, are you saying that you're Zephyr? You're the one who started the rodeo in Redview County?" The old man said, before the coated man turned his head to the seniors.

"No. I am just a messenger, inspired by him." He replied. "Know this, that Zephyr will be reborn one day."

With those words, he walked out to the door, hands in his pocked.

"Okay. Did you catch all of it when he say he will be reborn?" The old man said to his friend, only to see he stared there.

"Oh, for the love of... of all the things he could've slept with his eyes open again." The old man landed his palm on his face, before he fix his head up on the celling, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Then, the coated man went back inside the diner.

"Excuse me, miss. Forgot my take away order." He announced, attracting the old lady's attention.

"It's on the table." She said with a texan accent, pointing his take away order on the table. He then grabbed and paid for it before he went outside.

At the outside of the diner, he looked left and right before he dashed to the other side of the road. He started to walk on the sidewalk.

At a rundown small building, unpainted, red bricks visible with a sign that says 'Clorox Bleach Inc.' and a paper that says, 'shut down due to bankruptcy'. The coated man then opened the door to the building and walked in.

"I'm here. Along with the food you ordered." He said, as his voice echoed inside the small abandoned bleach factory. There was a lamp illuminated the dusted table, with news article from 'The black wolf strikes the two police cars with a menacing force' to 'Is Zephyr gone into hiding?'. Then, there is a laptop that shows the black Koenigsegg One:1 with a werewolf howling under a moon livery going on a rampage in the town area, smashing police cars to pieces, either ramming them or used a pursuit tech, especially spinning out a red Ferrari Enzo that almost wrecked the megacar while racing on YouTube, with a title that says, 'The Wolf In A Black Cloak Goes On A Racing Rampage', having more than 12 million views, 1 million likes and loads of comments either criticizing or entertaining. And finally, there was a black Koenigsegg One with the howling werewolf livery as well. He approached to it, then took a peak in the windows. Then, he sighed, headed to the small table that was behind him and put the take away meal on it.

"Okay. I'll be putting your meal on this table okay?" Then, he heard footsteps behind him, causing him to turn around to see who.

"Oh. It's you." He said to the unseen person. "You got to stop creeping behind me. It's creeping me out."

The unseen person didn't reply.

"Anyways, here's your food you ordered." He said to that person. "So anyways, i heard there is a friend of mine who will hook up to your new car tomorrow, since, yours is wanted in the news." He said to him, pointing the black car. "Don't worry about the car. It's untraced, so all you have to worry is how you need to win, that's all."

"It will not be a problem." The male unseen person said. "If this is the path to Zephyr's prophecy, then i will take it. No matter the consenquences."

The coated man nodded.

"I understand. Make sure you win this. For Zephyr's trust on you." He said.

"I will." The person said.

Then, the coated man headed to the laptop, grabbing it and carrying it to the table before putting it down. He sat to open up a secret website that only a select few people knew. He then logged in, his username was Coatman455. He typed in a username The Pack Man. Pressed enter and his profile was there, with a picture of a truck as it's avatar. He typed in his chat bubble that read:

'You got your pay?'

He waited for a few seconds before another comment popped out.

'As promised, your car will be delivered tomorrow.'

The man then typed in and pressed enter.

'That car better have no scratches when you get here.'

He then waited for 12 seconds. After that time is up, the reply then popped out.

'Don't worry about it. I'll make sure my clients send the car at it's finest condition.'

The man then logged out. Breathing in and out.

"Zephyr, wherever you are, hope you are amongst us." He then, closed the monitor of the laptop.