Chapter 1:Making Enemies
[A Day Later, 10:59 a.m.]
The coated man, now wearing his brown version of it was waiting outside the building. He was smoking when he waited 2 hours earlier. He then threw it away. The man looked up to the clear blue sky, before he pulled the right sleeve on his coat, revealing a silver polished watch.
"According to the time, they should be here right about... now."
As if on cue, indeed a white BMW M2 (F87) Coupé appeared in front of his visual. He whistled in a most satisfying way. The car then approached him. Then, it stopped in front of him. Suddenly, a person emerged from the white car. It was an african-american teenager wearing his red, sleeved hoodie with green pants.
"A'ight. Got yo' ride pimped a little." He said.
"Pimped, huh?" The masked man said.
The teen then opened the hood, revealing a slightly modifided engine and a nitro bottle.
"We mod the engine out, swap the intercooler with a ceramic compound, titanium valves and an advance ecu for better oil cooling. Maybe still not fast enough, but trust me, she does a one hell of a burnout. I switched the road tires to the ones from the tires we made, note, high quality. We installed a carbon fiber chassis like you asked. And, a laughing gas is included. Straight from the best aftermarket."
"That's perfect. It's a pleasure doing business with you. I'll get the car inside myself." The masked man said.
"No problem, dawg." He then excuse himself, walking away from the rundown building. The man got in the car, and drove it inside the building with the garage door opened.
The BMW's purring can be heard, even in the echoes of an abandoned building. He stopped the car, turned off the car and got out of it. He closed the door kindly. Then he took out a garage remote, and closed the garage door.
"The time for the uprising of Zephyr's prophecy will soon reckons not only here, but also the entire world." The unseen person said.
"Yes. Soon, you will do that tonight, at..." He dashed to the table, grabbed the iPad and swiped and tapped the screen. "...Grover Street." He then showed to him.
"Perfect. It would be a great opportunity to spread his words of power across the world, so that everyone do not need to fear what they deny to live in." His footsteps was heard as it grew distant. At a time, the masked man remembered something in the past.
[3 Weeks Earlier]
The masked man, sitting in Starbucks, who was watching a video from Zephyr in YouTube, a grey Dodge Challenger SRT8 2014 street racing alongside the yellow Porsche Cayman GT4 (981) while being chased by 3 Ford Shelby Super Snakes and so on.
"Every man has his limits, and the only way to find it, is to go past it." Zephyr in the video said, then, old videos of some other racers either outrunning police vehicles or wrecking havoc or street racing started to pop up as well. "Racing is about challenging the boundaries of your fear, your nerves, and your skills." The video then cuts into a search archive called police incidents. It shows numbers of videos about illegal street racing happened before. "It is about strapping yourself into a machine that it's sole purpose is to convert gasoline into adrenaline. And once you've done it, you'll never craved anything else." Finally, the video stopped there.
Interested about the video, the masked man scrolled down for more information, only little of it was shown.
"Limits..." He muttered to himself thinking back of what the uploader of the video said.
The masked man then closed his laptop and stood up. He then grabbed his coffee and head to the window that has a nice view of the town. He had a thought inside his head. This Zephyr, he said every man has limits. If that was true, what's his own limits? Is he going to break his limits when he has a chance? He then took a sip of his drink as he think about it.
"Limits are sometimes... meant to be broken." He muttered to himself as the stretch view of the town was wide, with a helicopter flying past the view alongside with a siren sound and a loud car sound.
[Back to the present]
'Thinking back, i thought it was all ridiculousness when he said it.' The masked man thought while he sat on the chair next to the Koenigsegg. 'I thought he was all talk.' He took a sip of his glass of water. 'And then, that was all wrong when he...' His thoughts was then interrupted when another roaring muscle car sound alongside with police sirens can be heard in the distance.
"What the hell?" He muttered before he got up and dashed to see the source of the sound. The masked man then opened the door and headed outside. He sprinted to the sidewalk and saw a silver Ford Mustang Boss 427 with black stripes being pursued by a police Ford Crown Victoria. Without a second thought, he took out his mobile phone and started to record the chase scene as the two cars dashed past him. After passing 15 buildings, the two cars then turned to the right, disappearing from sight.
"This is going on YouTube for everyone to see." He said as he walked back into the alleyway. Some pedestrians stood there while others walked back where they wanted to go as the man minded his own affairs.
After some timelapse on the factory to dusk, the BMW's engine started, booting the car to life, before the garage door opened. Then, the masked man approached at the open window of the white M2.
"I install cameras inside the car, so that you, will record everything for the video you planned for." He said to the unseen. "But just remember, as usual, should you get caught by the authorities, you will deny my cooperation to you when they interrogate you."
The unseen man didn't reply.
"You lasted so far since you asked for my help after Zephyr posted a video about the authorities only interest for revenge. You made the right choice that you seek for the sake of freedom and truth. You even asked my advise from me, how to hone your skills. You were lucky i was an ex-street racer on my old days when i was at Manhattan. Otherwise, your inner wolf would have been devoured because of your inexperience." He said.
"Yes. Such good memories since then." The unseen person said, as the man reminded him how the two met. Since Zephyr uploaded a video about the police, nothing wanted but revenge, the unseen driver seeks justice, truth and retribution in order to set racers free from the tyranity of the authorities. They say they endanger the public, but according to Zephyr, the authorities were the one who caused the mayhem. And for that, he seeks nothing but justice, not only in Redview County, but also the whole world.
"It is almost time. You must go. Now." The masked man said. Then, the M2 Coupè roared in the echoes of the apparently abandoned factory, before doing a burnout, leaving tyre marks as it left the garage building. The man took the remote and pressed the down button. The garage door then started to close.
"Let the night carry the wolf into the kill." He mumbled to himself before the garage door closed completely.
[At Grover Street]
The streets are filled with small estate and housing areas that were well lit under the clouded moon as well as decorated vegetations were there to make the streets look beautiful. Assuming if no one run them over. But in this case, instead it was empty, there were groups of people gathering around in the park. There were also cars at the meet as well, consisting a blue Ford Focus RS 2015, the Mustang that got chased earlier and more cars in the meet.
Among the meet, approached the white BMW M2 that was entering the car meet. Some people are in awe of what they see, some of them took time to take pictures of it.
"Holy crap. Gotta take a selfie of that car." One of the people said.
"A long way from the city, huh?" Another said.
"Sweet ride, bro."
"I think this place isn't your taste if you're here to race in that."
"Yo! Check this fool out!"
Meanwhile, a Bostonian man in his 30, wearing a black sleeveless shirt, with gangster tatoo on his arm and long brown pants, was staring at the white BMW with a sarcastic attraction.
"Who's that?" He said.
"I have no idea." His friend said.
"Well, whoever he is, he's better not all show and no go. If, of course, he ain't chicken" He then walked to the white coupé.
The people are making way for the white car to drive by until one man stood in his way. The man then walked slowly to the side of the car before knocking gently to the window. The window then drew down.
"You lost or something? Cause if you're going to Rockport, it's that way." He said, pointing behind himself.
He didn't reply.
"What's wrong? Cat got ya tongue? You speaky english?" The man said, briefly taunting the unseen man.
"My vocals are fine thank you." The person replied.
"Oh, look what we have here. We got ourselves a cut of an english talkin' driver." He said. "You ain't from 'round here. Never see you before. Where ya from?"
"Where i from does not matter." The person said.
"Cause yer a ghetto all show. Just cuz ya have a bimmer ain't meanin' you can beat the best." He said.
"If you are certain that i will lose to an all getter as you are, how about we spar on the road? Here. Now." The person said, challenging the man.
"Alright. But you... are a long way from wherever you are. You got to earn ya stripes before you go against me." He said, pointing to himself.
"Then, who am i challenging instead?" The person said.
The man smiled before turning his attention to his back.
"Flash! You're up!" He called into his teammate. Then, an adult wearing his white shirt and green shorts with a frilly hair and headphones popped out.
"Yo! Whatup boss?!" Flash said.
"This dude wanna duel!" He said, pointing at the unseen driver. Flash approached to see the driver.
"Aww, this sucka? Hell naw! He better have a nice piece of car he's drivin'." Flash said before he turned his attention to the person.
"Yo! Ay, ay! Who you thinkin' to hit up with us, huh? Tell ya what, you think you can go up against us, give us greens please. About five grand." Flash then held his hand inside the window. There was beeping in the car.
The screen then shows contacts and the picture of the masked man showed before the 'Contacting' was shown.
"Hello? I'm going to need money from you." The person said
"*Money? What for?*" The masked man said.
"Just a pay to win match." The person said.
"*Of course. How much do you need?*" The masked man asked.
"Five thousand." The person said.
"*Yes. I'm on my way there.*" The masked man said, before the contact was ended.
The person sighed before Flash got his hand off from the white car.
"Don't worry boy. I'll make sure you have fun, before i'm going fo' tha win." Flash said, as he walked away.
The man stared before he approached to the window.
"Oh. We haven't introduced each other. I'm Blitz. And you are?" He said.
Blitz was waiting for him to reply. After a few second...
"Ghost. That is my name." The person said.
Blitz made a sarcastic smile.
"Oh no. I'm so scared." Blitz said.
"Hey." Ghost said.
"What?" Blitz asked.
"How about we make a racing heat with the police?" Ghost asked, which made the croud said 'whoo' in surprise.
"A'ight. But it's gonna cost ya more." Blitz said.
"Deal." Ghost said, before the window of the white M2 closed.
As the onlookers were ready to leave the area, Blitz took out his phone and dialed 911.
"*Shoreside Police Hotline. What's your emergency?*" The operator male said.
"Yeah." Blitz said. "I saw some street racers speeding by in Grover Street. They're uh... they're trashing the place up. Send the cops asap. Oh. And maybe an ambulance."
"*Can you please give me the details, sir?*" The operator said.
"One of them is driving a white BMW. And he's going way too fast. Please stop him, officer." Blitz said, pretending to be in distress.
"*Don't worry. Units are on their way to stop them.*" The operator said, before the call was ended.
"You asked for it. And now you got it." Blitz muttered, raising his arms up in the air, announcing the race to begin.
It will be a rushing night in Shoreside City.