*Chapter 2*: Pt 1 - Drafted

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Original Writer: YoungTruthLP (Tumblr: Shinodafan94)

Co-Author: Mechawolfx

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This story full rights belong to the credited people above, I just wanted to put a few edits (points of view, change some time stamps) to this story so I myself and maybe others could enjoy it a bit differently with a better understanding of what is happening. If you want the original story, please check out YoungTruthLP's version.

Like I said before and will continue saying THIS IS NOT MY STORY, JUST MY EDITED VERSION OF IT.

2 Months later...

May 10th, 2019

1:05pm

Lima Expressway

The water of the bay glistened as a helicopter flew above it, the rush of air disrupting any peace it once held in the early afternoon sun. As the large vehicle continued its journey heading straight for the large expansive highway that led into the city of Lima. The helicopter met up with two other copters and continued to chase a single car weaving in and out of traffic, followed by a large group of angry police cars.

The car in question, a pearlescent golden Nissan 370Z, shifted up another gear as it narrowly dodged a large 18-wheeler carrying huge logs. The driver expertly weaved passed three more cars before glancing up into her rear-view mirror and smiling when she saw the truck steer violently to the left and spill its contents across the entire three lanes of the road. Two police cruisers crashed into the stopped truck whilst the rest managed to maneuver their way past the obstacle to continue with the chase.

Her focus back on the road, she just managed to avoid getting hit from the side by another waiting cop. Shaking her head, she gripped the steering wheel tighter as she continued to gain speed and weave her way through traffic.

She had only been in the city limits for less than fifteen minutes before she was caught up in a police chase. The last time she checked she wasn't wanted; her car was completely legal, and she hadn't done anything wrong. However, the city's cops had decided to pursue her on sight and unless she focused and managed to shake them, she was in deep trouble.

She pressed her foot down on the accelerator as far as it would go as she sped around traffic on the shoulder of the road. Seeing that the cops were still on her tail in her rear-view mirror, she continued her pace for a few moments before she pressed down on both red buttons that were placed towards the middle of her steering wheel.

The car shot past traffic at an alarming speed, other drivers wondering how she even managed to keep control of the vehicle that was probably travelling faster than a speeding bullet. The Nos burned for a few moments before it slowly wore off, the cops slowly losing more and more ground behind the golden Supra.

Santana Lopez, the driver, laughed as their sirens got quieter and quieter before they were gone completely. She took a second to take a breather before jerking her wheel to nearly miss the armored police van that had come out of nowhere. The bulky vehicle clipped the left side of her rear bumper causing the car to spin out of control. Santana grit her teeth as she managed to get the car into drift as it spun a complete 180 degrees. Her feet working quickly to press the different pedals down as if her life depended on it.

As she changed gears, Santana was thrown forward into her racing harness and at this moment, she was never gladder that she had racing seats strapping her in. She smirked at the van that was heading straight for her, her foot slamming down on the accelerator as she proceeded to drive in reverse. Her car slowly gaining speed as oncoming traffic dodged out of the way, the lane clear of any obstacles. A minute later she counted down before she slamming on the brakes, spinning the car forward again and hitting the accelerator once more.

The car flew through its gears quickly as Santana worked the gear stick like it was an extension of her body. By now the armored van had flown by her, she was quickly gaining on it as her car accelerated faster. Before the cop in the van knew what was happening, she had flown by it once more, the game of cat and mouse continuing. On the police scanner located on her dash she could hear their chatter as she pulled away from them and started to weave through traffic again.

"This one's still moving. Requesting permission to take it off the road"

"Permission granted, take them down"

"Ok, moving in for a pit maneuver"

She watched in her mirrors as the armored van gained speed until it was right behind her. Knowing that it was close to taking her out, Santana didn't even have a second to think of an escape before it clipped her bumper once again. She swerved violently to the right and made it between two other vehicles on the highway, causing them all to swerve as the van's driver tried to avoid hitting other vehicles. Santana knew that if she kept this up, the van would attempt to do the pit again, so she let it gain on her until she was beside it.

She glanced over briefly to see the cop behind the wheel look straight back at her. With her eyes back on the road she swerved to the left, her car crashing into the armored van. The driver lost control once more but quickly regained it as they swerved and dodged more oncoming traffic. Not giving up that easy, Santana rammed into the van again the second she had overtaken a green minivan. The van swerved again and hit into the median barrier that was separating both sides of the highway. Taking this as her chance to finish him off she swerved again more violently and this time it worked, the armored van seemingly flipping over and over, causing oncoming traffic to swerve and crash to avoid it.

Santana laughed as she watched the carnage disappear in her rear-view mirror. Smiling as she continued weaving through traffic. She would probably have to fix the paint work later but the thrill of taking out a large police vehicle was doing a pretty good job justifying the trade in paint.

Before she could celebrate further, Santana found herself hitting something on the ground and slowly rolling to a stop. When she realized what had happened various police cruisers and cops on foot were swarming around her car with guns pointed at her. She hit a set of spike strips.

"Take the keys out of the ignition and step out of the car now!" An officer nearby yelled. All she could do was wince.

"Shit"

May 10th, 2019

3:25pm

Lima Police Station

"With all due respect, none of my missions have ever failed."

"That may be, Miss July, but that doesn't change the fact that this is a dangerous game you're playing. The driver you wanted put fifteen of my men in the hospital this afternoon alone."

"That's unfortunate but she managed to escape everything you threw at her."

"The only reason you have her is because she hit spike strips, Miss July. What makes you think that she wouldn't have gotten away and made us chase her all over again?"

"Please, just give her a chance. I know she's the one. I've been following her for months."

Roz Washington rubbed her temples. "Are you sure this is the way you want to do this? Is she even worth all the trouble you put me and my department through today for your mission?"

Cassandra nodded. "Yes she-"

A knock on the glass door signaled the arrival of said driver. "Let her in" Roz called.

A few moments later a uniformed officer pulled Santana in by the arm and sat her down in the chair at the far end of the large glass conference room table. Roz tipped her head at the officer as they left, leaving the three women on their own.

"Miss Lopez, a pleasure we could finally meet. I'm Roz Washington and this is FBI agent Cassandra July." The chief of police smiled, her hands clasping together over the top of the table.

"Why am I here?"

"That answer is very simple" Cassandra said from her place seated beside Roz.

"Then why don't you tell me why I was arrested for doing nothing wrong?"

"I need a driver"

"Why?"

"I've been following you for the past several months, Miss Lopez, and let me say I'm impressed. I know you were born here, but you left when your grandmother disowned you; even after raising you your entire life when your mother left. I also know that you just arrived back after seven years, meaning you were about eighteen/nineteen when you left. I've watched you race, you're quite the driver you know. You win every one of your races and you drive with precision."

"So, what's that got to do with anything?"

Cassandra stood up and walked up to her, her heels clicking along the floor on the way. She placed both her hands on the table and leant forward. "Today proved that you can handle anything thrown your way and you're just the person I've been looking for my operation. That armored van stunt was quite impressive."

"And dangerous." Roz added from her place at the opposite end of the table.

The tall blonde rolled her eyes. "Even so, you're perfect for what I want done. I want you as my driver and the only way to get you, was to bring you in."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Become a wheelman. I need you to go undercover."

"And what if I refuse?"

"You won't when you hear what I can offer you."

"And what might that be?"

Cassandra paused for a second, mulling over what she was about to say. "Your record will be wiped clean. I know you still have a few warrants out for boosting cars and illegal street racing, both here in Lima and out of town. I'm offering to give you a clean slate if you help me."

"What do I have to do?"

"You will work with me to bring down Noah Puckerman, or better known as 'Puck' on the streets. He is the leader of a local street racing crew that has been causing trouble in the city. My job is to bring his crew down, but I need a driver on the inside to do so. That means you'll need to join a rival crew."

"Why a rival crew, wouldn't make more sense to join Puck's crew?"

"At first yes, it would make sense, but there is a higher risk that you would be caught. With being in a rival crew you can gain information about what is going on without puck catching on."

"Is that all I need to know?"

Roz sighs before answering. "No, Puckerman has been a suspect of three attempted truck hijackings and multiple black-market car part exchanges. He's also becoming more of a problem every day for the police department. We need to end his reign of terror once and for all"

"Do I have a choice?"

"No. It's either this or face the repercussions of your actions today out on the expressway. Your choice." Replies Cassandra.

Santana sighed. "My record will be clean?"

Cassandra nodded as she stands up fully. "Your record will be clean"

"What about my car?"

"What about it?"

"I'm gonna need the keys if I'm gonna drive."

Roz stood up and walked over so that she was standing next to Cassandra. "I'm sorry Miss Lopez but we won't be giving you the keys back to your car any time soon"

"Why not?"

"Because you need to start from the bottom and work your way up if you're going to get in with one of the crews." Cassandra said.

"But I put thousands of dollars and hours into that car! I can't just start over!"

The blonde shook her head. "I'm afraid that's the way it has to go. Instead I'm going to be taking you to the impound lot. There you can pick out a car and I'll work on getting you an in to the local scene."

Santana sighed. "Fine, but I want my car back when this is over."

20 Minutes later and they had arrived at the impound lot. Cassandra unlocked the main gate and led Santana inside, her four-inch heels clicking along the concrete as she led the Latina further into medium sized, open-aired parking lot. The blonde shook her head as Santana's eyes bulged at some of the cars.

"Your car will be in here by the end of the day. Don't worry, me and Miss Washington will make sure that no one can take it but you."

"Thanks...I guess."

"Here, this is where we keep the impounded street racers. I've picked out three so all you have to do is choose one."

"This is all the choice I get?" Santana asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Take it or leave it Miss Lopez."

The Latina sighed, dropping her duffel bag of clothes onto the floor. "Then I guess I'm gonna have to make do."

Cassandra stepped back and watched as she inspected each of the three cars. The first was the green Nissan 240SX. Santana laughed as she peered in the window.

"This is busted and even though my last car was a Nissan there's no way I'm driving this car, even if it was in good condition. Next."

The FBI agent crossed her arms and watched as the Latina moved onto the next car, a red Mazda RX8. Santana knelt in front of it and inspected the bumper. "What the hell happened to this?"

"Crashed into a cruiser when we were taking in the driver. It came in like this. Consider yourself lucky that all you got was popped tires."

Santana nodded in acknowledgement and stood up. "Anyway, even if I did fix it up it won't be powerful enough. It's too girly for me anyway" Cassandra let out a laugh from behind her. "What's so funny?" The Latina asked in confusion.

" 'Too girly?' "

She cracked a smile in response and shrugged. "I'm a street racer Miss July, I'm not as 'soft' as you may think. I like my cars with a little bit of style and power behind them."

"This one has style."

"That may be but it's not my kind of car. I like something with a bit more aggression. I'm not afraid to trade paint if I have to."

"As we found out today."

"Exactly, and that's why I'm not picking this car."

Cassandra nodded and watched as the Latina turned back to the last car, a mint green Toyota Supra with a basic body kit. Santana moved in closer to get a better look and used her hand to wipe some of the dust from the windscreen. She smiled when she examined the interior and then moved around the rest of the car. She nodded her head as she walked back to where Cassandra was waiting.

"I'll take this one"

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yup"

"Well then Miss Lopez, this is where we start." She reached into her pocket and threw the Latina the keys and the pink slips.

Santana unlocked the car and threw her duffel bag onto the passenger seat before standing with the door open. "What now?"

"I'll get you in, all you have to do is drive."

Car's in order of appearance:

Santana

- 2012 Nissan 370z, Gold

- 2010 Toyota Supra, Mint Green