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Chapter 10: Vivaaaaaaa….

"What? Some of the Silver Shells were killed? Why wasn't I told this earlier!?" Jake exclaimed.

"Because I honestly thought that we had milked the information out of you," Sarah growled, "But your car is a sentient machine, and past experience says that if you work with a thing made out of metal that talks, they're hiding something, so start telling me everything you really know, or else."

"Or else what?" Jake snapped.

Sarah held up Li'le Terror by his roof part.

"Oh, what? What are you gonna do with that? Run circles around my feet until I talk?"

Sarah squeezed the toy monster truck and it obediently began to spin its tires as fast as it could. She shoved the tires against the bare skin of Jake's lower arm and he drew back with a pained yell at the rub burn.

"The next places will be your face and then your crotch, so unless you want to wear a diaper for the next year, you better start talking," Sarah growled.

"Oww, damnit, okay, okay!" Jake exclaimed, rubbing his red arm, "Okay, I swear to you on my mother's grave that I have no idea about the guys who kidnapped your friends or that my car was sentient, but I do know of this underground movement, or urban legend, or whatever…"

He took a deep breath and continued, "I over heard you guys mentioning going after someone called the Genie, and let me tell you: Don't do it. The Genie, from what I heard, is this whacko who used to be in an loony bin until he escaped, and now runs around trying to make some sort of elixir or power up or something just for shits and giggles. The story varies: He wants immortality, he wants to make people vampires, he's a demon baby that killed his family in a splash of gore and flames, blah, blah, blah. But there're some things I know are real because they pop up in every story: He's really strong, has a freakish understanding of plants, has a real bad temper, and can't reveal his skin to the sun or he gets burned.

"The Genie… people keep mentioning him all over the place," Sarah muttered, setting Li'le Terror down and looking away, "A thief mentioned him before getting killed. A car said that he had to stop the Genie from screwing things up, now this about him being some master, insane herbalist? What is he working on?"

"I don't know," Jake said, glancing down at Li'le Terror, "I also hear that people call him the Genie because he can make your wishes come true or something."

Sarah stared at Jake for a while before deciding something and taking a chance.

"Jake," she said, "Do you know who Izago is?"

Much to her surprise, Jake looked up at Sarah with a complete "oh crap" look on his face.

"Oh, hell, what did he do this time?" he asked.

If Sarah had been drinking anything, she would be doing a spit take.

"What?" Sarah asked in disbelief. "How do you know him?"

"How do you know him?" Jake shot back, "I've never seen him myself before, but other Silver Shells mention running into him on the roads sometimes. He races guys, butts into cop-and-crook chases and either draws in our takes away cops, and just generally… well, let's just say that I've heard stories, and most of 'em include women."

"We have reason to believe that Izago might be somehow involved in this Genie business," Sarah said, "Do you think you can help us find him?"

"Not really," Jake admitted, "He goes his own way. But rumor has it that he runs with a trio of Nissan racers that hang out in Las Vegas. Chances are if you find them, you'll find Izago."

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"Vivaaaa Las Vegas! Vivaaaa Las Vegas! Vivaaaaa, I say vivaaaa Las Vegaaaaaaaaaas!"

With the song finished, Cadge began singing again.

"For the love of god, Cadge, just shut up!" Michael yelled, to Kitt's ceiling.

Kitt was desperately trying to race ahead to Las Vegas and away from Cadge in their attempt to escape his ceaseless singing, but so far, the shape-shifting Porsche was keeping pace with them. Other motorists wondered how desperate they were to get to Las Vegas and they were gone before the Highway Patrol could even figure out what kind of car they were. Kitt was seriously contemplating using his EMP to shut Cadge down and abandon him.

"Uh, why am I here again?" Jake asked nervously from with in Cadge.

"So you can identify the Nissans when you see them," Sarah told him through his wrist-strapped communicator locator. "And remember: If you attempt to take the device off your wrist, it will zap you."

"…I say vivaaaaaaa Las Vegas!" Cadge began again.

Michael turned on Kitt's radio and turned the volume up as loud as he could, attempting to escape Cadge's singing, but the sound dropped back down instantly.

"Michael," Kitt cautioned, "Such high volumes will burst your ear drums."

Michael groaned and began smacking his head into the driver's wheel.

A Kitt attempted to comfort Michael, Jake turned on Cadge's radio, wondering if that would break the young car's concentration on singing.

" Las Vegas!" a friendly voice shouted out, "The temperatures are breaching triple digits and we're hotter than a sexy momma at a car wash, buy Bob 'Chill' Crackers is as cool as ice!"

"Oh, sweet, I love this guy!" Jake commented, turning up the volume.

"Alright, kiddies; for all of ya'll rolling on into the party capital of the world, make sure to get your walking shoes, 'cause the roads are gonna be closed from seven on tonight. The reason? Someone finally clued the neon nation in that people like fast, fancy cars, and are trying out a new attraction where you get to watch some hot and heavy racing from the roofs. It's gonna be ti-ight! And if you're a little soulless and don't like cars exceeding break neck speeds and doing Fast-and-Furious, turns, that's alright; the Vegas has all sorts of fun stuff and people to do indoors…"

"Perfect timing," Michael sighed as Chill went on, "The very day we go in looking for some racing cars, an entire event springs up around racing cars."

"Michael," Kitt ventured, "I am rethinking my earlier comment about luck and coincidences."

"Yeah, what do you think now?"

"I think… that some coincidences are a little too coincidental to be sensible."

"Story of my life, Kitt. Story of my life…"