This is Sfär. Here, the Germanic nations, as a Federation, are a superpower.
Ah, the many transports of Hamburg. There are trains. There are aircraft. There are taxicabs. There are Ubers. There are bus lines. In several decades, there'll probably be teleporters...if there aren't already. And yes, there's even a Hamburger Turnpike.
Like lightning down the Turnpike, a grey BMW speeds, out-of-control. Or rather, it's SPEED is out of control; its driver, whose name is Bridger, will be if he's not already...
He's at the wheel. He's only got one hand on it. His other is between a girl's legs. She's not very big, and she moans from it.
She may look like Hayley Williams...but unlike her, she doesn't actually have to commit crime to convince the world that she has. Her name is Mae Hemm…and she's a VILE agent.
Mae moans. What this man does to her is SO good. She wishes he wouldn't stop. Alas, he'll have to stop sometime, if she wants to intercept the loot he's freighting.
Before long, he's flown off the highway. He's on the railroad. He's speeding down it as if he were a fucking rail car. He's going even faster than he was on the highway.
Mae moans. She cries. She shouts. She just loves what this guy's hand is capable of...
A train's coming straight at him. He smiles, drives off the track, and lands on another one. He misses the first train my nths.
At this, Mae moans really loud...
He keeps speeding. He loses focus on the tracks, and turns his head, to admire her.
Up ahead, the tracks dead-end. Beyond, the Northern Ocean is a black-and-blue hole just waiting to swallow the both of them...
Nearby, a really big freighter approaches a dock at a port. It's got a LOT of containers aboard...
Back in the BMW, the guy still harasses Mae with his calloused hand. Mae's having the time of her life. They're both equally unaware of the approaching doom. Alas, Mae's semi-expecting...
He does look up, but it's too late. The BMW plunges overboard, and flies a considerable distance over the water, before skimming to a stop on its surface. En route, it throws up a lot of mist initially, and some really big waves when it stops.
And, of course, it starts sinking. It's one of the smallest cars BMW makes these days, and it STILL sinks as if it were a fucking Studebaker.
Like a fool, Bridger left his windows open. He tries to close them...but shocks himself while doing so.
Lucky for Mae, he shocks himself unconscious. She unbuckles his seat belt for him, and seizes the opportunity to rob him.
All around, the Northern Ocean starts trickling into the BMW. And, of course, once the water realizes that there's more space where that way comes from, it brings all of its other friends from the Ocean, and as a consequence, the BMW starts sinking faster.
Mae strips. She wears a grey bikini...which likes to slip. It brings out the grey in her eyes...if not the red in her hair. Again, she does look like Hayley Williams...with cropped hair...
Just as the sea's about to flood the ignition switch, Mae relieves it of the keys. She then crawls through a back window, and swims around to the trunk.
With the BMW sinking as fast as it is, it's hard for little Mae to keep up with it. So, she keeps a strong arm on part of the car, whenever she can bear it. This makes it harder to open the trunk when she has to. Also, she has to unlock it manually, since trying to unlock it with the mini-remote on the keychain is a safety hazard; she just saw what happened when Bridger tried to close the windows, and the buttons weren't even flooded...
She crawls beneath the car, as it sinks. From there, she unlocks the trunk. She crawls into the trunk lid, and lies there, while gravity resists her. She does a desperate job of catching all the loot, as it's about to flow out of the trunk, and bagging it. At least Bridger was courteous enough to leave the bags in the trunk, where they could be used by the next person who opened it. He just...probably didn't think that next person would be the last girl he ever fingered...
Far below, the bottom of the shallows approaches. But it's closing in fast, as Mae can tell better than she'd rather. Reluctantly, she bags the last of the loot, and swims out. With less than a second to spare, the car hits the bottom, and falls apart.
Its metal panels sink. Some, including the trunk lid, are thrust several meters away before they skid across the bottom, to a gradual stop. Only the waves will move them from here. The four tires, by contrast, float right up to the surface...with the wheels still attached.
They're nice wheels, too. Chrome, they seem...
With her arms full of loot, Mae catches one of these tires as her ride back to the surface. Additionally, she uses its air valve as a re-breather, for relief, until she gets to the surface.
When she gets there, the loot is even more like balls and chains than before. It may take more than the tire to keep her afloat...
Alas, the tire slips through her hands, and floats away. Mae whines, and blindly chases it, not always looking where she's going...
She finds a chain...with some of the biggest links in metal-mongery. She rests against it...but only for a bit. She tries to climb it...
Somehow, she capsizes the freighter. It's at the docks, and it's just about to get moored. There are dockworkers, on the dock, reaching out towards the lines, trying to grab them...
One does. Alas, he does so too soon...
Mae isn't sure what happens. She isn't that big. Alas, she is hauling a lot of loot... But as she tries to climb the chain, the exact opposite thing happens. She pulls the ship over, and causes it to capsize.
Mae watches, gaping, as most of the ship's cargo spills, in the form of really big metal containers, into the Northern Ocean. They make a lot of waves. Mae whimpers and screams as the waves take their turns flooding and over-exposing her...as well as making the loot she hauls easier and harder to bear, depending on where the waves' center of gravity falls...no pun intended...
The dockworker from before suddenly finds himself a pendulum. Some of his coworkers offer to catch him, but he can't in time. The ship tips over fast. He soon finds himself stranded atop its port, with nowhere to go but overboard. Hopefully it'll stay this way, and when it sinks low enough for him to slip onto the dock without hurting himself...
Alas, it keeps tipping over from here, until it's upside-down. And of course, the dockworker ends up in the water...farther from Mae, but still water-borne, nonetheless.
"Sure hope he can swim," Mae admits, still struggling from the water level and the loot's weight. "THAT'D be embarrassing, if he was a dockworker who couldn't swim..."
Mae submerges her face, and looks down. She laments for all those freight containers, as they sink to the bottom of the Northern Ocean...
She surfaces, and heaves a sigh; mainly because of the weight of the loot, but also for something else VERY dear to V.I.L.E.'s heart, at least. "If I didn't already feel like Max pulling the Grinch's sleigh up Mt. Crumpet, I'd go down there for what's in THEM, too..."
A baby bottle floats to the surface, from where one of the containers splashed down. Mae sighs.
"Then again," she starts swimming for a different part of the sea, "I'm over-burdened as it is..."
Back at the docks, the dockworkers help their fallen coworker to shore. He wraps a towel around himself, and shivers.
"I'm telling you," he tells them, guzzling a bottle of water, "whatever just happened out there... That was pure mayhem!"