The Fast And The Furious : Fearless Crew.
Chapter 1.
Josh Sharp stared at the ceiling of his dingy little bedroom, and listened to the noise of the racers as they gathered a few blocks away. The music, the engines, the cheers and jeers as cars were examined and bets exchanged. It was the same every time they gathered and he wished he could be there too, but he didn't even have a car, let alone something like the cars he'd occasionally see, driving by his house. In fact he'd never even been to watch the racers, fearing what his father would do, should he catch him. He gave a short snort of laughter at his own pathetic ness and made up his mind. He slipped on a pair of blue baggy jeans and a white T, it was warm enough outside for that to be enough. He pulled on his battered trainers and slipped out the back door making sure the coast was clear, then jogged up the road, using the music as a guide, though he was sure the racers were gathering at the seven eleven up the road, it had a large enough parking lot. He rounded a corner and saw what he'd been waiting for his whole life. The shining cars, all different colours gleaming in the street lights, stereos pumping out their music and base making his insides vibrate. He watched the crowd for a minute at a distance, unsure of himself. He wasn't one of their crowd, he didn't know the style or the lingo and suddenly felt he'd made a mistake. Just then he heard his name called, he looked round fearing his father had seen him sneak out and come after him. A guy in his early twenties, with short spiky hair approached him. Josh suddenly recognised the figure as James Marks, the older brother of his friend at school Max. He could never understand why anyone's parents would give their kid such a stupid name as Max Marks, made worse since he usually got the highest marks in the class. It wasn't if he was a swat either, it all just came naturally to him.
"Hey James, what you doin here." Josh tried to lean against a door casually, and almost fell over as it opened under his weight.
"Checkin out the competition, I was hoping to get a race in tonight but the big boys are out and I can't compete with them. What are you doing here, you don't even have a car?"
"I just wanted to look. I didn't know you had a car."
"I don't technically, a friend and I are building one up, but he keeps it in his garage, cos my parents wouldn't approve. He can't drive for shit, and I ain't a great mechanic, so it seemed a good combo." James looked over his shoulder. "They're moving off to the race now, you want a lift?" Josh was unsure for a moment, he didn't know where the race would be, or if he'd be able to get home afterwards.
"I'd better not, I'm not supposed to be here, and I don't know if I could get back."
"Oh, I'll drop you back, don't worry. Max would kill me if I didn't."
"Ok then, cheers."
"No problem. Common, my car's over here." James led the way to a dark green Proton, parked at one end of the lot. It wasn't exceptional looking compared to some of the others, but it certainly didn't look normal, from the front at least. Josh noticed a 'work in progress' sign hung in the rear window. "You're lucky, Al's not here tonight, so theirs room, we stripped out the rear seats when we custom built the roll cage. The NOS system will eventually fit in there too." James started the car and followed a convoy of cars as they left the parking lot and made their way onto the highway, heading for the industrial park and the drag strip.
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Josh gingerly opened the door and crept upstairs to bed. He spent the rest of the night dreaming of the race he'd seen. The immensely powerful cars going faster than he'd thought possible. Josh had never quite understood what drag racing really meant but now he did, and he knew he wanted in. At eight his alarm went off and he quickly got dressed. He wanted to tell his friends about what he'd scene. As he passed the kitchen, he saw his father sitting at the table. Josh took a deep breath, he knew asking his father for anything usually meant a smack on the head, but he decided it was worth it.
"Dad, can I have a car?" His father dropped the newspaper and glared at Josh.
"Ha, you have a car, I'm not spending my hard earned cash on a car for you, what's wrong with your legs, can't you walk." Suddenly his father got an evil grin. "Tell you what, if you want a car, you can have one, but you have to buy it yourself. I ain't payin for it." Josh knew his father was teasing. He'd never gotten any allowance, and any money he earned from working his shift at the market, went into his college fund, though Josh suspected his dad had been taking money from that to play poker with his mates. He hung his head as he went out the front door, and said, trying not to sound sarcastic.
"Thanks dad." He then went down to the corner to wait for the bus.
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"So your dad said you could have a car?"
"Yeah, but only if I pay for it. Where am I gonna get that kind of money Max? Then there's the money for the tuning and modding and the insurance and maintenance, etc etc."
"Er, I don't know. But fuck insurance, my brother isn't insured, but he's driven that Proton."
"Who's driven a Proton?" An athletically built guy with short blond hair sat down in the seat next to Josh.
"Hi Kay, I was just grumbling about my money troubles."
"Our courageous friend here, finally got up the bottle to go down the drag racing last night. Now he wants one, but his father will only let him have a car if he buys it himself."
"So I need money." Key looked at him and shrugged.
"Don't look at me, I'm as skint as you. Maybe you could steal some?"
"OH YEAH." Josh said laying on the sarcasm with a trowel. "And how are we going to steal enough money, with out being caught." Max gave a short cough.
"Actually, it'd be fairly easy to tap into the schools payroll, they don't have any security, and then we siphon some off. All the old teachers payroll accounts are still their, but inactive. We just reactivate a couple and tell the computer to transfer the money to a different account. We should even be able to make it look like the accounts are still inactive. It'd be months before they notice anything. If we use online banking, we can shift the cash about, or use it to buy expensive items, then sell them to people slightly cheaper, and they'll never be able to trace it." Josh and Kay gave Max a long look.
"You've given this a lot of thought haven't you?" Josh raised his eyebrows.
"Yeah, I've had this planned for a few months, since I found the hole in the system." Kay half raised a hand.
"Um, surely you're not serious guys, I was only kidding, and what's this we stuff?" Max shrugged.
"We do it right, and we won't get caught, and we could all get cars."
"You don't think they'll be suspicious when they see us in our fancy new cars, and realise a whole load of their money has vanished." Max face faulted.
"Actually, I hadn't thought of that."
"What your suggesting is like that programmer, or they guy in superman three. You'd get away with it if you don't spend the money." Josh shrugged.
"What if we did it to a different school, most use the same system. One in a different state and we only do it once but with all the dead accounts. Once the money goes in, we transfer it to a bunch of different accounts, then let it lie for a while. If nothing happens, we shift it again and collect it. How about that?" Josh gave a consenting nod to Max, Kay just looked at them like they were mad.
"Common, please. You're sixteen. You get caught, the rest of your life is gonna be fucked."
"Our lives are already pretty fucked. I mean we're hardly the in crowd round here are we. This is our chance to change everything." Kay sighed.
"If it looks like they are onto us, we cut and run right and forget the whole thing."
"Right." All three gave a nervous shudder. They knew they were about to become criminals, and there was no turning back.
Chapter 1.
Josh Sharp stared at the ceiling of his dingy little bedroom, and listened to the noise of the racers as they gathered a few blocks away. The music, the engines, the cheers and jeers as cars were examined and bets exchanged. It was the same every time they gathered and he wished he could be there too, but he didn't even have a car, let alone something like the cars he'd occasionally see, driving by his house. In fact he'd never even been to watch the racers, fearing what his father would do, should he catch him. He gave a short snort of laughter at his own pathetic ness and made up his mind. He slipped on a pair of blue baggy jeans and a white T, it was warm enough outside for that to be enough. He pulled on his battered trainers and slipped out the back door making sure the coast was clear, then jogged up the road, using the music as a guide, though he was sure the racers were gathering at the seven eleven up the road, it had a large enough parking lot. He rounded a corner and saw what he'd been waiting for his whole life. The shining cars, all different colours gleaming in the street lights, stereos pumping out their music and base making his insides vibrate. He watched the crowd for a minute at a distance, unsure of himself. He wasn't one of their crowd, he didn't know the style or the lingo and suddenly felt he'd made a mistake. Just then he heard his name called, he looked round fearing his father had seen him sneak out and come after him. A guy in his early twenties, with short spiky hair approached him. Josh suddenly recognised the figure as James Marks, the older brother of his friend at school Max. He could never understand why anyone's parents would give their kid such a stupid name as Max Marks, made worse since he usually got the highest marks in the class. It wasn't if he was a swat either, it all just came naturally to him.
"Hey James, what you doin here." Josh tried to lean against a door casually, and almost fell over as it opened under his weight.
"Checkin out the competition, I was hoping to get a race in tonight but the big boys are out and I can't compete with them. What are you doing here, you don't even have a car?"
"I just wanted to look. I didn't know you had a car."
"I don't technically, a friend and I are building one up, but he keeps it in his garage, cos my parents wouldn't approve. He can't drive for shit, and I ain't a great mechanic, so it seemed a good combo." James looked over his shoulder. "They're moving off to the race now, you want a lift?" Josh was unsure for a moment, he didn't know where the race would be, or if he'd be able to get home afterwards.
"I'd better not, I'm not supposed to be here, and I don't know if I could get back."
"Oh, I'll drop you back, don't worry. Max would kill me if I didn't."
"Ok then, cheers."
"No problem. Common, my car's over here." James led the way to a dark green Proton, parked at one end of the lot. It wasn't exceptional looking compared to some of the others, but it certainly didn't look normal, from the front at least. Josh noticed a 'work in progress' sign hung in the rear window. "You're lucky, Al's not here tonight, so theirs room, we stripped out the rear seats when we custom built the roll cage. The NOS system will eventually fit in there too." James started the car and followed a convoy of cars as they left the parking lot and made their way onto the highway, heading for the industrial park and the drag strip.
.
Josh gingerly opened the door and crept upstairs to bed. He spent the rest of the night dreaming of the race he'd seen. The immensely powerful cars going faster than he'd thought possible. Josh had never quite understood what drag racing really meant but now he did, and he knew he wanted in. At eight his alarm went off and he quickly got dressed. He wanted to tell his friends about what he'd scene. As he passed the kitchen, he saw his father sitting at the table. Josh took a deep breath, he knew asking his father for anything usually meant a smack on the head, but he decided it was worth it.
"Dad, can I have a car?" His father dropped the newspaper and glared at Josh.
"Ha, you have a car, I'm not spending my hard earned cash on a car for you, what's wrong with your legs, can't you walk." Suddenly his father got an evil grin. "Tell you what, if you want a car, you can have one, but you have to buy it yourself. I ain't payin for it." Josh knew his father was teasing. He'd never gotten any allowance, and any money he earned from working his shift at the market, went into his college fund, though Josh suspected his dad had been taking money from that to play poker with his mates. He hung his head as he went out the front door, and said, trying not to sound sarcastic.
"Thanks dad." He then went down to the corner to wait for the bus.
.
"So your dad said you could have a car?"
"Yeah, but only if I pay for it. Where am I gonna get that kind of money Max? Then there's the money for the tuning and modding and the insurance and maintenance, etc etc."
"Er, I don't know. But fuck insurance, my brother isn't insured, but he's driven that Proton."
"Who's driven a Proton?" An athletically built guy with short blond hair sat down in the seat next to Josh.
"Hi Kay, I was just grumbling about my money troubles."
"Our courageous friend here, finally got up the bottle to go down the drag racing last night. Now he wants one, but his father will only let him have a car if he buys it himself."
"So I need money." Key looked at him and shrugged.
"Don't look at me, I'm as skint as you. Maybe you could steal some?"
"OH YEAH." Josh said laying on the sarcasm with a trowel. "And how are we going to steal enough money, with out being caught." Max gave a short cough.
"Actually, it'd be fairly easy to tap into the schools payroll, they don't have any security, and then we siphon some off. All the old teachers payroll accounts are still their, but inactive. We just reactivate a couple and tell the computer to transfer the money to a different account. We should even be able to make it look like the accounts are still inactive. It'd be months before they notice anything. If we use online banking, we can shift the cash about, or use it to buy expensive items, then sell them to people slightly cheaper, and they'll never be able to trace it." Josh and Kay gave Max a long look.
"You've given this a lot of thought haven't you?" Josh raised his eyebrows.
"Yeah, I've had this planned for a few months, since I found the hole in the system." Kay half raised a hand.
"Um, surely you're not serious guys, I was only kidding, and what's this we stuff?" Max shrugged.
"We do it right, and we won't get caught, and we could all get cars."
"You don't think they'll be suspicious when they see us in our fancy new cars, and realise a whole load of their money has vanished." Max face faulted.
"Actually, I hadn't thought of that."
"What your suggesting is like that programmer, or they guy in superman three. You'd get away with it if you don't spend the money." Josh shrugged.
"What if we did it to a different school, most use the same system. One in a different state and we only do it once but with all the dead accounts. Once the money goes in, we transfer it to a bunch of different accounts, then let it lie for a while. If nothing happens, we shift it again and collect it. How about that?" Josh gave a consenting nod to Max, Kay just looked at them like they were mad.
"Common, please. You're sixteen. You get caught, the rest of your life is gonna be fucked."
"Our lives are already pretty fucked. I mean we're hardly the in crowd round here are we. This is our chance to change everything." Kay sighed.
"If it looks like they are onto us, we cut and run right and forget the whole thing."
"Right." All three gave a nervous shudder. They knew they were about to become criminals, and there was no turning back.