Authors' note:
Nik: Hmm.. You know it occurs to me that there isn't enough innuendo in this fic.. We should rectify that later...
Kyoko; Is there anything perverted enough for you? -sarcastic- Either way, I agree there isn't much flirt nor innuendo nor sadistic taking-advantage-of, like most of the things Jak-related we write.
Nik: kitty-grin Was that a challenge? I'd love to practice that challenge on you... (figured it was a good way to point out to our readers we're as gay as Simon XD)
Kyoko; -smirks- Only if you want it to be. But later; I don't think that everyone wants to read about us all that much.
Nik: wink You never know. But in any case, we've already decided that neither Razer nor Erol is a complete raping jackass yet, so its got to stay without the sadism. The flirting and innuendo needs to increase however. I mean we are talking about "I WANT YOU!" and "You won't see me coming but you'll feel the explosion" here...
Kyoko: SOMETHING must've happened to bring them to the way they are when Jak meets them. I mean, we have a non-sadistic, almost normal Erol! It's unbelivable! But then again, it is at least five years or so before we see him as we know him in this fic.
Nik: Hmm.. Well it seems you readers have sommat to look forward to. We may be explaining why those two are so goddamn ebil later on...
Kyoko; Either way, we hope you like this chapter.
Nik: huggles Kyo-kun's shoulders We enjoyed making it.
By the time Erol got to the garage, Razer had already left through another exit, and he drove to the entrance to the sewer track, surprised that the other man had so quickly gotten ahead of him even before the race began. When he got to the start, Razer was sitting on the door to his car, smoking as usual. "Good to see that you're still interested in our game. I took the liberty of bringing one of the grease monkeys to check our cars briefly before we begin. Just to make sure there is no 'foul play'."
Erol scoffed. He was to drunk last night to even think of foul play, much less execute a plan of any sort. "Fine by me." he said, gesturing to the teen standing next to Razer's car that he was free to inspect his car. "He'll be checking yours as well, right?" he asked pointedly, looking at Razer, and the other man nodded. "And you haven't paid him to mess with anything, have you?" he asked, accusingly.
"What's the matter Erol? Don't you trust me? I assure you, I wouldn't have this race as anything but speed. I would hardly be the bigger man if I won under false pretences eh?" Razer smiled calmly, though the expression only made him look more suspicious. After the mechanic finished with both cars he went to the control panel to start the countdown for the lights, waiting for the two to get into their cars and line up at the starting line.
Erol climbed into his car and sat down in the driver's seat, checking over everything in his car. Settings were correct, gas tank was full, as was the blue eco tank for speed-ups. He double checked his rear weapons, should Razer decide to go back on his word, making sure that he had some form of defense should a missle come his way in the middle of the race. Turning to the black-haired racer, he saw that Razer was finishing up his double-checks as well. "May the best man win." he said, before pulling down his racing goggles.
As the light turned from red to green, the two cars shot forward, both immediately setting off their turbos for a quick start. Erol took the lead for a good amount of time in the beginning due to the lighter material of his car, though Razer was still less than a cars length behind him, and it looked like the race would probably be neck to neck the whole time… That is if Razer's individual radio called his attention. As he stopped, Erol took a few seconds to realize that he was no longer even in his car, let alone in the race…
Erol slowed down, and turned around on the track, driving back towards Razer and stopping next to him. "What the hell do you think you're doing!" He yelled, jumping out of his own car. "We're in the middle of a race!" Razer, however, was still speaking on his mic, ignoring the angry shouts from Erol. He continued talking while the red head stormed over, shouting. Finally setting down the mic from his car, he turned to face Erol just in time for the final yell of "what the hell?"
Razer smiled politely as the redhead approached. "I'm sorry Erol, but it seems I've got something to handle today before the race. We'll have to continue our 'clean' race some other time." Razer's boots splashed loudly in the large, echoing tunnel, which was suddenly eerily quiet without the drone of car engines. Erol fumed and grabbed Razer's shoulder.
"What, like ruining someone else's cars before this afternoon's race? Doing the dirty work for your boss?" He asked angrily, turning Razer around to face him. "Yes, I've heard about you working for Mizo. Everyone has." Erol glared at him for a few seconds, before sighing. "Everyone also knows that you take your duities from Mizo before everything else." He crossed his arms and glared at the taller man.
Razer's expression didn't falter in the least and promptly replied, "I could say the same for you and the Baron. I may not enjoy spending time in Haven, but I know enough that you went through every person who stood in your way, and dropped everything to get into the good graces of your tyrant. I am simply taking advantage of my vantage point." Razer jumped into his seat, starting up the engine. "I make no secret of my work for Mizo. The public knowledge gives me nothing but protection."
"I don't give a damn what know about me, what we have in common, or what crime ring you work for." Erol, said, tapping his foot in impatience at having Razer leave in the middle of their race. "Can you at least give me a re-schedule date for our race, then? If you're so 'busy' with your crime workings."
Razer backed up and around Erol, and looked down to Erol, silent before answering, "Lets set the details after the race this afternoon? I obviously can't make any promises, but its rare for me to have more than a couple assignments per day. I'll see you at the finish line Red."
With that, he sped away, leaving Erol in the sewer track, glaring after him and sighing at the new nickname. Making a mental note to come up with an insulting nickname for Razer, he walked back over to his car, and decided to do a few practice laps on his own to warm up for the race later.
Razer pulled up to the race, after having switched his cars for his favorite, rather than the 'safe' one that he had planned to use for Erol and his' race. He looked around curiously for the redhead, but he appeared to be late. The announcer called his name a few times and the other racers started getting restless, despite the fact that technically the race wouldn't've started yet anyway.
Erol pulled up to the starting line, only a minute before the race was about to start, sighing as he did a run-through check of all his statistics quickly. "Damn this city for being so busy and so damn hard to get around." he said to himself, remembering how long it had taken him to get from the garage to his hotel the first day, and how many wrong turns he had taken.
"Glad to see you made it Red. This race would be without challenge at all had you been late." Razer did a quick run through of his systems and turned on his in-race radio, getting ready to gun the engine the moment that the light turned green. He was in the second row, but most of the racers in the first row he'd beaten at least five times.
Erol pulled up in the second row, next to Razer. "Like I'd ever miss a race." he said, keeping his eyes forward on the lights. "It's this damned confusing city that's trying to keep me from getting anywhere, though." The light ahead of them turned red, and Erol snapped to attention.
Razer continued to talk as he tuned his radio into Erol's frequency during a short stretch of track which required less turning. "Perhaps I aught to give you the grand tour?" His grin was apparent in his voice and Erol sneered back coldly, "Give me a couple maps and I'll be fine."
