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Race Ten – Dirty Little Liars

"Blood Rain."

He looked up from a stack of papers to see his subordinate at the door, holding two steaming mugs by the handle. He blinked, not at all surprised the other had appeared.

"Ah – Raptor. What're you doing up so late?"

The other smirked as he walked into the room next to his higher-up, setting the mug down at the number one's shoulder.

"I could ask you the same question," Raptor replied smoothly, sliding into the seat to Blood Rain's right and setting his own mug down. "What're you looking through?"

The other took his mug in both hands and gingerly sipped the steaming coffee, looking down at the paper without moving his head, making his eyelids close almost completely.

"You know – the usual. Reports on the police, other street racer activity, any new strategies the 5-0 might have come up with."

"The background check on the newbie," Raptor finished knowingly, crossing his arms and smirking at his leader as the other gave him a small scowl from over the rim of his mug. Closing his eyes, Blood Rain set his mug down on the table above the mass of papers, continuing to shift through them.

"Yes," he grudgingly admitted, making the other grin slightly. "This isn't all of it though. Hacker's working on the rest. It seems that – even though his hometown was small – their police were very advanced."

Raptor blinked.

"But that doesn't make sense at all," he stated. His leader shrugged, rolling back his shoulders to stretch out the uncomfortable kinks.

"I know – that's what I said." He took one piece of paper in particular, raising it in one hand to look at it. "His hometown – Konoha – is only a third of the size of Rosewood."

"And Rosewood is our smallest borough," Raptor commented, seemingly absentmindedly as his leader passed the paper onto him, allowing him to study a satellite picture of Drive's hometown. Blood Rain nodded, running his left hand's fingers through his long black hair.

"Exactly. You would've thought that – for such a small town – the police would be easy to crack. No such luck." Pushing a few papers aside, he picked up another one and studied it. "These 5-0 are nearly as bad as the ones in Camden Beach – they're tough. At least for a rookie." He passed that paper to Raptor as well, letting his subordinate to survey the data on Konoha's police.

"Hmmm…" the other murmured in thought, his white eyes narrowing dangerously as he studied the information. "None of this adds up. What's police that are as talented as the ones in our second biggest borough doing in a place that's a third smaller than our…" Raptor trailed off for a moment, searching for the right word. "…well, smallest?"

Blood Rain shook his head darkly, fingers laced underneath his chin – something he always did when he was slightly unsettled.

"I don't know. Hacker's working on that now." He glanced at the clock, which read a few minutes after two in the morning. "Where the hell is Chidori?" He snapped to his underling, suddenly irritated as his hands fell from underneath his chin to grasp the mug. Raptor sighed, his fingers lacing underneath his chin – something he did when he was fighting against the urge to roll his eyes and sigh in exasperation.

"He called me a few minutes ago. He'll be back at around two-thirty," he replied. Blood Rain glared at the mug in his hand, and for a split second, Raptor thought he was going to chunk it, but his leader stayed still. Though irritated and tired, his upbringing still commanded him to be polite – even if the only person in the room was his closest subordinate.

Instead, Blood Rain sighed, tilting his chair back on two legs to rest his shin against the edge of the table, letting his arms fall at his sides.

"That fucker better not be drunk again," he muttered venomously, eyes closed. Raptor took his hands from underneath his chin and smirked softly.

"He sounded sober when he talked to me last – don't worry," he assured his leader.

Shifting after a moment, Blood Rain took his shin from the table and let his chair fall back on all fours, taking his mug in hand again and taking a few sips.

There was silence between them for a moment as Raptor surveyed his leader, legs crossed over the side of the chair's seat and elbow on the back of the chair, the fingers of that arm running through his hair and supporting his cocked head.

"Are you almost done?" He asked after a while as Blood Rain's nose scrunched up in a suppressed yawn and he rolled his shoulders back again. His leader looked up at him.

"Yes, almost. Why?"

Raptor uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, bringing his face very close to his leader's.

"Let's go somewhere," he breathed seductively, never losing eye contact. "It's supposed to be a clear night with a half moon."

There was silence as Blood Rain cocked his head at his subordinate, thinking it over. After a moment, he smirked, rising up out of his chair.

"Sure. Chidori can come home to an empty apartment – he'd probably be too drunk to notice anyway."

Together, they exited the room, their mugs of coffee forgotten on the table.

A dark Nissan 35 OZ steered slowly through the deserted streets; going the speed limit no matter how irritably slow the driver thought he was going.

The streets in this part of Camden Beach were quiet – dark and silent. The Nissan slowed and gently turned onto a dirt road, silently following the path until the water of the bay was visible, stopping about ten yards from the cliff edge.

With a soft shudder, the headlights turned off and the engine died, allowing the two inside to get out. A girl with short blonde hair wearing a sexy bikini top and miniskirt got out of the passenger seat followed by her boyfriend – a muscular man with hair the color of rust, wearing simple jeans and long-sleeve shirt. They walked forward near the cliff edge, which had been sealed off with strong steel sawhorses to prevent people from falling onto the jagged rocks below.

The girl – exchanging glances with the boy – set her forearms on the top of the steel barriers, gazing out at the water with the half-moon floating over head.

"Wow…" she breathed, the wind soft and cool as the other came to her side. "This is amazing." She smiled up at her boyfriend. "I'm glad we decided to go for a drive!"

He smiled at her, standing next to her leaning form.

"Yes…" he murmured, watching the waves ripple and shift the moon's reflection.

There was comfortable silence between them, and the boy shifted, raising his hand to set it on the girl's bare back. She straightened at his touch, turning to face him.

She was nearly as tall as he – he only had to look down about a third of an inch.

They merely stared at each other for a moment, blue eyes striking green.

Slowly, the boy smirked, leaning forward. The girl – shooting him a soft glare – raised her chin after a moment, seeking to meet him halfway –

A bright light behind them flashing into existence made both of them flinch and turn away from each other, the girl giving a soft yelp.

After a moment, the two straightened and looked at the source to see twin suns behind the Nissan, recognizing them as headlights.

The boy's eyes narrowed in annoyance while the girl blinked in confusion.

Someone got out of the car behind them, and the man – clad in blue – walked up to them.

Squinting, the girl realized who it was. She smiled.

"Good evening, officer!" She replied cheerfully. "Are you here to enjoy the view too?"

The man glared at her, his hand on the revolver at his hip.

"And what – may I ask – are a couple of teenagers doing at three o'clock at night?"

The girl blinked and laughed, scratching her head sheepishly.

"Oh! We're not teenagers! I'm twenty-three, and he's twenty-four." With a bright smile, she motioned to her boyfriend before turning back to the police officer. "We're college students, but we don't have any classes tomorrow, so we were out just having a bit of fun when we decided to enjoy the scenery! Doesn't the moon make the water look so pretty?" She looked over her shoulder to glance at the water to prove her point. The cop – however – didn't seem impressed. He took a step forward.

"License and registration, please," he ordered crisply. The girl reached from across her back to hold her elbow in the opposite hand, pouting cutely.

"But why? Are we in trouble? Do you not believe us?"

The police officer gave her an icy glare.

"I have every right to check your licenses. And…" he added on as an afterthought. "I'll also like to take a peek underneath your car's hood."

The boy gasped, offended.

"Are you accusing me of having an illegal street vehicle?" He nearly spat, lips curled in a snarl as his fists clenched. The officer gave him an even look as the boy's girlfriend turned to him, raising her hands and setting them on his wrists, slipping a finger underneath the cuff of his long sleeve and slyly pressing the nearly invisible button sown into the fabric there.

"Please don't! It's okay! I'm sure he didn't mean that! I'm sure he's just going through proper protocol! Yes! I'm sure that's it! Please don't get upset! Please calm down!"

Her boyfriend looked down at her, and he locked eyes with her frantic ones before letting his gaze drop and his muscles relax.

"…Okay."

She smiled brightly at him, and the police officer tapped his foot impatiently.

"License and registration," he repeated icily. The girl jumped slightly, as if she had forgotten he was there. She turned to the officer, cooing in embarrassment.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! Here, my license is in the car." She started over to it, and the boy went forward, taking out his wallet and pulling out a laminated piece of plastic before handing it to the officer.

"And here's my license," he told the cop, stealing a glance over the officer's shoulder to the girl as she opened the door and leaned into the car while the cop's gaze was diverted.

Her feet still on the ground and her torso resting on the driver's seat of the car, she glanced up into the cavern underneath the dashboard behind the wheel, practically seeing through the plastic as she listened for the officer's footsteps.

There were none, and she stuck her hand underneath the driver's seat, pulling out a device that showed that all components of street racing had slid underneath the rest of the car, covered and shielded from prying eyes by the normal parts of the vehicle.

She quickly pressed a button on the device, and a soft red light appeared on the small screen, showing that the system had completed the motion and that all illegal parts were hidden. Seeing that all was well, she shoved the device back underneath the seat.

Trailing her fingers along the floor of the vehicle, her fingertips graced the muzzle of a revolver hidden underneath the middle seat.

They lingered there for a split second.

Glancing upwards and checking for footsteps again, she took her fingers from the gun and yanked open the glove compartment, snatching up the I.D. before slamming the little door shut and straightening, gracefully pulling herself out of the car and acting completely inconspicuous as she softly closed the Nissan's door.

The officer turned to her – still holding the boy's I.D. – and motioned for her own, which she gave with a bright smile. He nodded.

"I'll just run these through the system really quick," he told the two, walking past the girl and climbing into his car. The boy caught the girl's eye, and she gave him a barely noticeable nod.

The boy visibly relaxed.

A few minutes passed, and the officer got out of his car, looking a bit more relaxed as he handed back their identification cards.

"Well, Seleno Mentreh," he gave one card to the boy before turning to the girl. "Chartra Gerisin," he handed the other to the girl. "It seems you're both clean. Now I'm going to take a little look under the hood, and that'll be it." As he turned his back to them, 'Seleno' and 'Chartra' exchanged small, identical smirks.

The officer checked, but found nothing wrong with the Nissan. With a 'good night', he left.

The two waited until he was well away before storming.

"That little muther fucker!" The girl spat. "Who the hell does he think he is?"

The boy shook his head, equally pissed off as he crossed his arms, leaning against the steel barrier.

"No idea. You should have shot him though."

The girl glared at him.

"As if! A bullet wound would just alert his stupid friends that something was going on! I know, it would be satisfying," she amended, seeing her boyfriend's face. "But it can't be helped. I would rather just relax tonight."

There was silence between them before the boy smiled, reaching out to snake his arms around the girl's naked waist, pulling her against him. She raised her head, looking up at him with curious eyes. He smirked as he leaned down.

"You're so sexy as a blonde."

The girl smacked him softly upside the head as it was whispered into her ear.

"And you make a dead-ass ugly redhead!" She snapped. "Hush up!" He laughed, pulling her closer – so that she was nearly straddling his hips.

"What do you say we pick up where we left off?" He breathed to her seductively, reaching down to cup her buttocks, yanking her closer. She merely looked at him for a moment through half-closed eyes and chuckled, raising her arms to wrap them around his neck as he drew closer.

"Hmm… sounds good," she murmured as his warm breath ghosted over her's.

Their lips were just about to touch –

"Ha – you wannit – yo – what ya'll get it ain't haunted, call it – I see some of y'all thirsty for it – straight runnin' y'all winnin' come down to the combat dog I'm a workaholic – my smack touches every enemy within my clutches – black bringin' that ruckus – and I'm puttin' that lean on all you suckas –"

Both girl and boy groaned as the girl rummaged in the pocket of her skirt, the ring tone echoing in the still night air.

"Damn you, Scarecrow!" She cursed at the air, pulling out a thin Razor and flipping it open. "Whaddya want, damn you?" She demanded the person over the phone. The grin was perfectly audible in the other's voice.

"You're not having sex without me, now are you?" The other asked.

The girl flushed in rage.

"FUCK YOU!" She screamed over the phone before slamming it shut, pushing herself off the boy and storming back to the Nissan.

"C'mon," she snapped irritably over her shoulder. "Let's go back."

Silently swearing to hide the coffee when the so-called 'scarecrow' woke up after falling asleep, the boy followed her.

Not quite trusting the girl to keep them out of trouble, the boy slid into the driver's seat and started the engine, skillfully turning around in such a small space and driving back onto the main street, taking a right back up the hill towards downtown Rockport.

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End Race Ten – Dirty Little Liars

Happy Labor Day again!

The mentioned song was Tao of the Machine (Scott Humphrey's Remix) by The Roots and BT, off the Blade Two album.

And for the title of the chapter... what? They're dirty little liars. :D

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