The sun was sinking lower over the horizon as a sleek car cruised down the coastal road, gradually picking up speed as the engine pushed 80 mph. The driver inside had yet to see any cops out patrolling this out of the way route, but she kept her hand on the emergency brake just in case. As she pushed the throttle of the car, a satisfying rumble erupted from underneath the hood of the vehicle.
Larissa smiled to herself, the purr of the engine like music to her ears. She loved the Skyliner and would never trade it for anything else in the world. To her, it was the perfect racing tool. She had owned the car for no less than a year and had already won several underground races and a few spur of the moment races as well. Larissa let go of the steering wheel with her right hand and swiftly found the button to her tricked out stereo and began to scroll through the play list programmed into the device.
"Hmmm, what would be a good choice tonight?" she mused as her fingers brushed the dials down and up trying to decide.
As she directed her attention back to the road, Larissa couldn't help but notice in the darkness of dusk, she could make out the faint light of car headlights, all seeming to be radiating from an open ledge just off the coast wall that people could park and sight see the ocean beneath the cliff. A thoughtful expression passed over her face as she let her hand pause for a second.
"Is there a race going on?"
Whether or not there was, Larissa was determined to find out because if there was a race, that meant there would be other drivers and other drivers meant competition, something she enjoyed when driving. Pushing the thought aside of finding a good tune, Larissa sat back and floored the gas, hoping to catch the mysterious lights' source.
Tonight was the night….The race that would decide it all between the Teku and Metal Maniacs.
Several of the brightly painted cars of the Teku team lined the coastal sight-seer area and amongst the vehicles sat Vert Wheeler, Kurt Wylde, Karma Eisse, Nolo Pissaro, and others.
Nolo was the one getting ready for the big race, while a disgruntled Vert sat on the sidelines while Kurt tried to pay little attention to him.
"I don't get it. We're Teku too, so we should be able to race as well…" he sighed.
"Well, get used to it. Nolo's the leader and it's his call who races," Kurt replied, casting a sidelong glance as the Blonde surfer.
"Whatever, he's only leader because of his brother."
Vert stretched slightly and adjusted his seating of the front of the Deora II. His blue eyes roamed over the cars and the coastal scenery, searching for a distraction. Not finding any, he returned to looking at Nolo who was tweaking his stereos in his car. As if they weren't loud enough, but Nolo didn't care. So long as he had smooth beats to listen to, he was set.
Soon, the Synkro rumbled to life as Nolo started it up. The road ahead was soon bathed in blue from the car's headlights, and the golden dragon etched on the side seemed to come alive with the shaking of the engine. It was an impressive ride to say the least. Nolo frowned remembering the memories this vehicle held, but were soon replaced by a feeling as of anger as a familiar rugged looking ride pulled up, it's engine roaring loudly until it came to a thundering purr as the engine stalled and a figure stepped out onto the dark road.
It was Tork Maddox, the infamous Metal Maniac leader. Nolo had always carried a grudge against him and sometimes that is what made the Teku leader lose if the two went head to head, but this time Nolo was determined to put Tork in his place once and for all.
The two's gazes met and a surge of electricity seemed to run through the air as they paused in front of each other, Tork towering above Nolo, but that only made the Teku leader stand his ground more.
"Nolo"
"Tork"
"We here to race or to talk?" Tork asked, staring down at him.
"You tell me. You're the one running your mouth," Nolo replied dryly.
Tork paid no mind to the insignificant remark and head back for his car and climbed in, the engine thundering awake once again. Nolo eyed the car dangerously before heading for his own.