1 Chapter 2: Races and Rivals
Jeff. Street name- WERR. WERR stands for WhitERiceR. The capital letters make up the name. Jeff's white, yet he drives like a ricer. Hieu. Street name- Fuggo. I have no idea how that came to be.
Anyway, Jeff's MR2 and Hieu's Lexus IS had some pretty damn high horsepower counts after they came off the dyno. Jeff's MR2 was running 378.4 horsepower at the wheels, and Hieu's IS was running 553.9 horsepower at the wheels.
"Damn Hieu, I'm surprised you got that much damned horsepower," said Jeff.
"Hey bro, it's called 'tuning'. That's something that you can't do," replied Hieu.
"Shut the fuck up."
Hieu and Jeff jumped in their cars and drove the 3 hours back to Daygo. They took the exit from the 5 South onto the 8 East. As they got off the ramp, Hieu high-beamed Jeff. Jeff raised his hand in the one- finger salute to Hieu. Hieu kept high beaming him. So finally Jeff just gave him the thumbs-up.
Jeff downshifted from 5th into 4th and pressed it to the floor. The MR2's turbocharger gave him an extra boost as he shifted back up to 5th. Hieu was behind by about 4 car-lengths. All of a sudden, in a yellow blur (Hieu's IS is yellow), Hieu shot past Jeff and kept pulling away.
"Oh hell no," said Jeff to himself.
Jeff hit the nitrous and shot from 100 mph up to 135 in a flash. As Jeff started to gain and was within one car length of Hieu, Hieu hit his nitrous and pulled away.
"No fucking way!" yelled Jeff in disgust.
As they pulled off the freeway, they headed for Pann Auto, a local tuning shop, to see if they could pick up any more racers for that night's races. They pulled into the parking lot and hopped out of their cars.
"Alright Hieu, what the fuck are you running that gives you so much fucking boost?" asked Jeff.
"Dude, I didn't wanna tell you 'til I had won a few races, but I got a engine swap."
"The fuck kinda engine gives you that much extra boost?"
"I bought a 2JZ-GTE (Supra Twin Turbo) engine."
"Holy shit."
"Exactly."
"How much that shit cost?"
Hieu mumbled something under his breath.
"What?" asked Jeff.
"I said I sold your car."
"WHAT!?!?!?"
"I'm sorry, I just wanted a faster car."
"Dammit Hieu, at least you could've asked me or somethin'. You're lucky I was about to sell the Two anyway. I've been savin' up for an S2000."
"Damn bro, lets go get one!"
* * *
Hieu and Jeff hopped into the IS and drove down to their local Honda dealer. A dealer guy met them as they hopped out of their car.
"Good afternoon gentlemen. What can I get for you?"
"I'm a friend of John's."
"John? John who?"
"John Cush."
"John Cush? The owner of the dealership?"
"No, John Cush the trash man. Of course the owner!"
"Hold on please sir, let me go get him for you."
"Alright man, hurry up."
Mr. Cush walked out of the dealership building thingy and walked up to Jeff and Hieu.
"Jeff! What's goin' on man?"
"Nothing much Johnny. I'm gonna need you to hook me up with a S2K for cheap."
"Hey, no problem bro. I can get you one for 16 G's."
"Hey, that's great man. I got the cash right now."
"Alright, drop it on the table inside and I'll have you're S2K out here in about 30 seconds." John walked for about three steps and turned around. "Hey, what color do you want?"
"Yellow."
"Yellow it is."
Jeff and Hieu rolled back to Pann Auto to get more parts before going back up to LA to meet their old rivals, Dominic Toretto, Brian O'Connor, Edwin, and Hector, not to mention all the other racers and ricers that DAiMYo had managed to piss off. Jeff bought: a Venom 50 lbs. Nitrous bottle and kit, Comptech lowering springs, Comptech twin exhausts, a Bomex body kit, and an Arospeed carbon fiber wing.
"Alright Hieu, we are about to roll," said Jeff back at the DAiMYo garage. "Let's do this brother," said Hieu.
Jeff and Hieu walked out to the parking lot as a black Toyota Supra pulled up. An Asian guy stepped out and said, "Hey gentlemen, lookin' for another crew member?"
"Definitely. Put this sticker on your windshield, and this one goes on your driver-side fender. Oh yeah, what's your name?"
"Hyunh. Huong Hyunh."
From that moment on, Huong was known as James Bond for obvious reasons.
The yellow S2000, yellow IS, and the black Supra pulled off the freeway and into the heart of LA. Jeff picked up his CB radio (DAiMYo always carried CBs to communicate while on the road).
"Alright fellas. Let's roll around this area for a while, we ought to find somebody wanting to race."
Huong and Hieu acknowledged. All of a sudden, a familiar voice came through on the CB.
"DAiMYo, that you?"
"Dominic Toretto, what the fuck is happenin' man?"
"Hey WERR, we gonna run tonight?"
"Most definitely. Where's it happenin'?"
"5th and 26th, prepare to be smoked."
"Hey! Don't be bitin' our saying!"
Laughter came from the other side of the radio.
The S2K, IS, and Supra rolled up to a long, empty, straight road. Jeff parked on the side and the other two followed. They got out of their cars. "Alright gentlemen, this is where it's goin' down. Prepare yourselves," said Jeff.
The three hooked up their nitrous bottles and adjusted their boost- controllers one last time to make sure that the boost level was safe, yet powerful enough to rocket them past those other racers. "Alright my brothers, let's hurry up and wait."
At that moment, a distant roar was heard. The sound grew and grew until it was almost upon them. Then, a shitload of cars came onto the main road from small side roads. Jeff looked around and said three words: "Ho, Lee, Shit." There must've been a good 400 cars there!
"Dude, there is gonna be one huge ass crowd," said Hieu.
"No doubt on that," replied Jeff.
Up rolled a red Mazda Rx-7 FD3S sportin' a custom paintjob. Dominic hopped out. "WERR, you ready to do this?"
"I was born ready, baldy."
Hector's Accord Wagon with no hood rolled up and Hector got out. "Hey foos, when we gonna be runneeng?"
Dominic said, "Hector, shut the hell up and wait for the money." Hector hung his head, "Alright mang, I be sorree."
Then Edwin with his Integra rolled up and came to a screeching halt. "Dom dawg, what's crackin' (or brackin' for you bloods out there)?"
"Edwin, you ready to do this?"
"Edwin knows a few things. One of the things that Edwin knows is: Edwin's ready. Hey! Jeff! Whuddup?"
"Nothin' much bruh, how bout you?"
"Ah I just be waitin' to smoked you mother fuckers is all."
"We'll see, Edwin, we'll see." Jeff turned back to Dom. "Alright Dom. How we doin' this?"
"Alright, it's gonna be 5 G's each. Winner takes all, as usual," said Dom.
Huong then said something. "Hey, Dom, I'm Jeff's new racer, Huong Hyunh." He reached out his hand to shake Dom's. "I wanna get in on this shit."
"You got the money?" asked Dom.
"Of course. I'm just lookin' to get me some of this action."
"Alright, you're in."
The guys got back in their cars and drove down to the starting area. Their exhaust tones were almost deafening, especially that of the brand new S2000. They pulled up to the starting area, and each racer's crew came up to give encouragement to the racer.
"Alright man, all you got to do is visualize the win. VISUALIZE THE WIN!" That was the sound coming from over there by Dom's car. It was Leon spewing his usual line of bullshit.
"Alright Huong, double clutch when you shift, push the gas pedal to the floor, don't shift till the needle hits the red stuff, and, most importantly, drive fast. Oh yeah, and all that 'visualize the win' bullshit don't work. So visualize the shame that it would bring us if you lost. That works much better."
Huong nodded and focused on his gauges. Boost okay, Oil ok ,engine temperature ok, nitrous ok, everything looks good to go. Huong revved his engine. "Damn, that's one beautiful sound," he was thinking.
Vroom Vrooom Vrooooom; Vroooooom Vroooooooom. Hector raised up his hands in the get ready sign. Huong pushed in his clutch and put it in first. The hands dropped.
Huong pushed in the gas till the tachometer hit 3500 rpm's, then he popped the clutch. The tires spun, just a little, not enough to lose too much traction. The Supra took off. The exhaust tone rose louder, until it was just like a screaming girlfriend. The tachometer reached 8000 rpm's, the redline. Huong hit his clutch, put it in second, then hit the gas hard and popped the clutch. The tires spun again, but not as much as at the takeoff. He sped up more, hitting 40 mph. He shifted again and threw it into 3rd. He looked over to his right and saw Edwin's Integ next to him. Beep beep beep. The "Nitrous Ready" alarm went off. Huong hit the nitrous button on his shifter. The speed rose from 60 to 100 in a flash. "Oh shit!" Huong was still in 3rd gear. He quickly shifted into fourth to avoid blowing out his transmission. He flew by Edwin, and "Noooo! Monicaaa!" was heard, AGAIN. "Whew, that was close as hell," he said to himself. 110, 120, 125. The exhaust tone was rising higher and higher. Shift you dumbass! His mind was telling him. But he told himself to settle down; he hadn't hit the redline yet. The needle reached the red and he shifted into 5th. The blow-off valve released the extra boost from the twin-turbo powerplant. Beep, beep, beep. In went the nitrous button. 140, 145, 150. Redline. Into 6th gear, the last and final gear. Huong had tuned his transmission so that he could reach 180 in 6th gear. 151, 152, 153. Dom's RX-7 was up ahead, slowly growing closer. Huong hit his nitrous button again, even though the nitrous aid wasn't going off. 155, 160. Dom's RX-7 fell behind by about two car lengths. "Ah ha!" yelled Huong. Then, Dom's car went shooting past. Fucking nitrous. "Son of a bitch! Son of a fucking bitch!" yelled Huong in disgust. They screamed across the finish line.
At the end of the road, a lot of people were milling around by the cars. Jeff and Hieu had been behind the racers the whole time, not participating in the race, just watching the new racer. Dom hopped out of his Rex and walked up to Huong. "Huong, you got balls. I'm surprised you got past me. I never woulda thunk it."
"Hey, you beat me, and you get my 5k, so you get the best deal. It was a good race. I'm proud to have ran with the best," said Huong.
"Huong, you're not getting' you're 5k back, so quit brown-nosin'," replied Dom.
"Shit, alright. But it was a good race none the less."
Jeff walked up. "That was a good race Huong. I've never seen a new guy race so damn fast. You are definitely in DAiMYo now. Congrats."
"Alright man, thanks!"
Just then, the lookouts flashed their high beams. "Oh shit! Cops are comin'!" yelled someone. Everybody went running to their cars. Jeff ran over to his S2K and hopped in. This hot ass Asian chick was sitting in the passenger seat. "What the hell….?" The Asian girl looked over and said, "Cops are coming, just drive." So, Jeff drove. He drove back to the DAiMYo garage, conversing with the girl all the way there. Her name was Linda (absolutely NO relation to the real person Hieu, so shut the fuck up).
Linda led Jeff by the hand into the garage. "Linda, why were you in my car?" asked Jeff.
"Do you mind it?"
"No, no, not at all. In fact, I love it when strange people are in my car."
"You think I'm strange?"
"That's not what I meant. Why were you in there?"
"Well, Jeff, ever since I first saw you—you were driving an MR2 then—I thought you were a very good racer, plus you look pretty good too. Let it be known you are not the best looking guy I've ever seen, but you look good enough to get me interested."
"Gee, thanks."
"Anyway, I've always wanted to meet you, but you never talked to me at the races or shows."
"That's because I saw you on the arm of that one guy, what's his name?"
"John Nguyen (not a real person, any relation to a real person is purely coincidental; shut the fuck up Hieu)."
"Ah yes, now I remember. The AV crew (no relation to any real crew, any likeness is purely coincidental; shut the fuck up Hieu) leader"
"Anyway, I've always wanted to meet you, so I figured now was the time."
"Well, you picked a good time to meet me, 'cause I'm in a damn good mood."
"Well I'm Glad."
"Me too."
Jeff and Linda talked all night long and into the morning. "Oh crap! What time is it?" Linda asked as light filtered through the windows. "John's gonna wonder where I am!"
"You mean he doesn't know you're here?"
"That's right."
"Oh shit, now he's gonna be all pissed off at me and we're gonna have a new rival. Oh well, all those dropped Civics with systems and Eclipse RS's ain't enough to worry me. It was great talking to you though Linda. I look forward to seeing you again."
"Yeah? How about Saturday night at 8?"
"That sounds great."
Linda handed Jeff a card with her address, cell phone number, phone number, and pager number on it. Then Linda walked out.
"Shit, now I'm in trouble. Nguyen is just like Tran used to be, when he was alive. I think we're gonna have problems. Why the hell am I talking to myself?"
Jeff. Street name- WERR. WERR stands for WhitERiceR. The capital letters make up the name. Jeff's white, yet he drives like a ricer. Hieu. Street name- Fuggo. I have no idea how that came to be.
Anyway, Jeff's MR2 and Hieu's Lexus IS had some pretty damn high horsepower counts after they came off the dyno. Jeff's MR2 was running 378.4 horsepower at the wheels, and Hieu's IS was running 553.9 horsepower at the wheels.
"Damn Hieu, I'm surprised you got that much damned horsepower," said Jeff.
"Hey bro, it's called 'tuning'. That's something that you can't do," replied Hieu.
"Shut the fuck up."
Hieu and Jeff jumped in their cars and drove the 3 hours back to Daygo. They took the exit from the 5 South onto the 8 East. As they got off the ramp, Hieu high-beamed Jeff. Jeff raised his hand in the one- finger salute to Hieu. Hieu kept high beaming him. So finally Jeff just gave him the thumbs-up.
Jeff downshifted from 5th into 4th and pressed it to the floor. The MR2's turbocharger gave him an extra boost as he shifted back up to 5th. Hieu was behind by about 4 car-lengths. All of a sudden, in a yellow blur (Hieu's IS is yellow), Hieu shot past Jeff and kept pulling away.
"Oh hell no," said Jeff to himself.
Jeff hit the nitrous and shot from 100 mph up to 135 in a flash. As Jeff started to gain and was within one car length of Hieu, Hieu hit his nitrous and pulled away.
"No fucking way!" yelled Jeff in disgust.
As they pulled off the freeway, they headed for Pann Auto, a local tuning shop, to see if they could pick up any more racers for that night's races. They pulled into the parking lot and hopped out of their cars.
"Alright Hieu, what the fuck are you running that gives you so much fucking boost?" asked Jeff.
"Dude, I didn't wanna tell you 'til I had won a few races, but I got a engine swap."
"The fuck kinda engine gives you that much extra boost?"
"I bought a 2JZ-GTE (Supra Twin Turbo) engine."
"Holy shit."
"Exactly."
"How much that shit cost?"
Hieu mumbled something under his breath.
"What?" asked Jeff.
"I said I sold your car."
"WHAT!?!?!?"
"I'm sorry, I just wanted a faster car."
"Dammit Hieu, at least you could've asked me or somethin'. You're lucky I was about to sell the Two anyway. I've been savin' up for an S2000."
"Damn bro, lets go get one!"
* * *
Hieu and Jeff hopped into the IS and drove down to their local Honda dealer. A dealer guy met them as they hopped out of their car.
"Good afternoon gentlemen. What can I get for you?"
"I'm a friend of John's."
"John? John who?"
"John Cush."
"John Cush? The owner of the dealership?"
"No, John Cush the trash man. Of course the owner!"
"Hold on please sir, let me go get him for you."
"Alright man, hurry up."
Mr. Cush walked out of the dealership building thingy and walked up to Jeff and Hieu.
"Jeff! What's goin' on man?"
"Nothing much Johnny. I'm gonna need you to hook me up with a S2K for cheap."
"Hey, no problem bro. I can get you one for 16 G's."
"Hey, that's great man. I got the cash right now."
"Alright, drop it on the table inside and I'll have you're S2K out here in about 30 seconds." John walked for about three steps and turned around. "Hey, what color do you want?"
"Yellow."
"Yellow it is."
Jeff and Hieu rolled back to Pann Auto to get more parts before going back up to LA to meet their old rivals, Dominic Toretto, Brian O'Connor, Edwin, and Hector, not to mention all the other racers and ricers that DAiMYo had managed to piss off. Jeff bought: a Venom 50 lbs. Nitrous bottle and kit, Comptech lowering springs, Comptech twin exhausts, a Bomex body kit, and an Arospeed carbon fiber wing.
"Alright Hieu, we are about to roll," said Jeff back at the DAiMYo garage. "Let's do this brother," said Hieu.
Jeff and Hieu walked out to the parking lot as a black Toyota Supra pulled up. An Asian guy stepped out and said, "Hey gentlemen, lookin' for another crew member?"
"Definitely. Put this sticker on your windshield, and this one goes on your driver-side fender. Oh yeah, what's your name?"
"Hyunh. Huong Hyunh."
From that moment on, Huong was known as James Bond for obvious reasons.
The yellow S2000, yellow IS, and the black Supra pulled off the freeway and into the heart of LA. Jeff picked up his CB radio (DAiMYo always carried CBs to communicate while on the road).
"Alright fellas. Let's roll around this area for a while, we ought to find somebody wanting to race."
Huong and Hieu acknowledged. All of a sudden, a familiar voice came through on the CB.
"DAiMYo, that you?"
"Dominic Toretto, what the fuck is happenin' man?"
"Hey WERR, we gonna run tonight?"
"Most definitely. Where's it happenin'?"
"5th and 26th, prepare to be smoked."
"Hey! Don't be bitin' our saying!"
Laughter came from the other side of the radio.
The S2K, IS, and Supra rolled up to a long, empty, straight road. Jeff parked on the side and the other two followed. They got out of their cars. "Alright gentlemen, this is where it's goin' down. Prepare yourselves," said Jeff.
The three hooked up their nitrous bottles and adjusted their boost- controllers one last time to make sure that the boost level was safe, yet powerful enough to rocket them past those other racers. "Alright my brothers, let's hurry up and wait."
At that moment, a distant roar was heard. The sound grew and grew until it was almost upon them. Then, a shitload of cars came onto the main road from small side roads. Jeff looked around and said three words: "Ho, Lee, Shit." There must've been a good 400 cars there!
"Dude, there is gonna be one huge ass crowd," said Hieu.
"No doubt on that," replied Jeff.
Up rolled a red Mazda Rx-7 FD3S sportin' a custom paintjob. Dominic hopped out. "WERR, you ready to do this?"
"I was born ready, baldy."
Hector's Accord Wagon with no hood rolled up and Hector got out. "Hey foos, when we gonna be runneeng?"
Dominic said, "Hector, shut the hell up and wait for the money." Hector hung his head, "Alright mang, I be sorree."
Then Edwin with his Integra rolled up and came to a screeching halt. "Dom dawg, what's crackin' (or brackin' for you bloods out there)?"
"Edwin, you ready to do this?"
"Edwin knows a few things. One of the things that Edwin knows is: Edwin's ready. Hey! Jeff! Whuddup?"
"Nothin' much bruh, how bout you?"
"Ah I just be waitin' to smoked you mother fuckers is all."
"We'll see, Edwin, we'll see." Jeff turned back to Dom. "Alright Dom. How we doin' this?"
"Alright, it's gonna be 5 G's each. Winner takes all, as usual," said Dom.
Huong then said something. "Hey, Dom, I'm Jeff's new racer, Huong Hyunh." He reached out his hand to shake Dom's. "I wanna get in on this shit."
"You got the money?" asked Dom.
"Of course. I'm just lookin' to get me some of this action."
"Alright, you're in."
The guys got back in their cars and drove down to the starting area. Their exhaust tones were almost deafening, especially that of the brand new S2000. They pulled up to the starting area, and each racer's crew came up to give encouragement to the racer.
"Alright man, all you got to do is visualize the win. VISUALIZE THE WIN!" That was the sound coming from over there by Dom's car. It was Leon spewing his usual line of bullshit.
"Alright Huong, double clutch when you shift, push the gas pedal to the floor, don't shift till the needle hits the red stuff, and, most importantly, drive fast. Oh yeah, and all that 'visualize the win' bullshit don't work. So visualize the shame that it would bring us if you lost. That works much better."
Huong nodded and focused on his gauges. Boost okay, Oil ok ,engine temperature ok, nitrous ok, everything looks good to go. Huong revved his engine. "Damn, that's one beautiful sound," he was thinking.
Vroom Vrooom Vrooooom; Vroooooom Vroooooooom. Hector raised up his hands in the get ready sign. Huong pushed in his clutch and put it in first. The hands dropped.
Huong pushed in the gas till the tachometer hit 3500 rpm's, then he popped the clutch. The tires spun, just a little, not enough to lose too much traction. The Supra took off. The exhaust tone rose louder, until it was just like a screaming girlfriend. The tachometer reached 8000 rpm's, the redline. Huong hit his clutch, put it in second, then hit the gas hard and popped the clutch. The tires spun again, but not as much as at the takeoff. He sped up more, hitting 40 mph. He shifted again and threw it into 3rd. He looked over to his right and saw Edwin's Integ next to him. Beep beep beep. The "Nitrous Ready" alarm went off. Huong hit the nitrous button on his shifter. The speed rose from 60 to 100 in a flash. "Oh shit!" Huong was still in 3rd gear. He quickly shifted into fourth to avoid blowing out his transmission. He flew by Edwin, and "Noooo! Monicaaa!" was heard, AGAIN. "Whew, that was close as hell," he said to himself. 110, 120, 125. The exhaust tone was rising higher and higher. Shift you dumbass! His mind was telling him. But he told himself to settle down; he hadn't hit the redline yet. The needle reached the red and he shifted into 5th. The blow-off valve released the extra boost from the twin-turbo powerplant. Beep, beep, beep. In went the nitrous button. 140, 145, 150. Redline. Into 6th gear, the last and final gear. Huong had tuned his transmission so that he could reach 180 in 6th gear. 151, 152, 153. Dom's RX-7 was up ahead, slowly growing closer. Huong hit his nitrous button again, even though the nitrous aid wasn't going off. 155, 160. Dom's RX-7 fell behind by about two car lengths. "Ah ha!" yelled Huong. Then, Dom's car went shooting past. Fucking nitrous. "Son of a bitch! Son of a fucking bitch!" yelled Huong in disgust. They screamed across the finish line.
At the end of the road, a lot of people were milling around by the cars. Jeff and Hieu had been behind the racers the whole time, not participating in the race, just watching the new racer. Dom hopped out of his Rex and walked up to Huong. "Huong, you got balls. I'm surprised you got past me. I never woulda thunk it."
"Hey, you beat me, and you get my 5k, so you get the best deal. It was a good race. I'm proud to have ran with the best," said Huong.
"Huong, you're not getting' you're 5k back, so quit brown-nosin'," replied Dom.
"Shit, alright. But it was a good race none the less."
Jeff walked up. "That was a good race Huong. I've never seen a new guy race so damn fast. You are definitely in DAiMYo now. Congrats."
"Alright man, thanks!"
Just then, the lookouts flashed their high beams. "Oh shit! Cops are comin'!" yelled someone. Everybody went running to their cars. Jeff ran over to his S2K and hopped in. This hot ass Asian chick was sitting in the passenger seat. "What the hell….?" The Asian girl looked over and said, "Cops are coming, just drive." So, Jeff drove. He drove back to the DAiMYo garage, conversing with the girl all the way there. Her name was Linda (absolutely NO relation to the real person Hieu, so shut the fuck up).
Linda led Jeff by the hand into the garage. "Linda, why were you in my car?" asked Jeff.
"Do you mind it?"
"No, no, not at all. In fact, I love it when strange people are in my car."
"You think I'm strange?"
"That's not what I meant. Why were you in there?"
"Well, Jeff, ever since I first saw you—you were driving an MR2 then—I thought you were a very good racer, plus you look pretty good too. Let it be known you are not the best looking guy I've ever seen, but you look good enough to get me interested."
"Gee, thanks."
"Anyway, I've always wanted to meet you, but you never talked to me at the races or shows."
"That's because I saw you on the arm of that one guy, what's his name?"
"John Nguyen (not a real person, any relation to a real person is purely coincidental; shut the fuck up Hieu)."
"Ah yes, now I remember. The AV crew (no relation to any real crew, any likeness is purely coincidental; shut the fuck up Hieu) leader"
"Anyway, I've always wanted to meet you, so I figured now was the time."
"Well, you picked a good time to meet me, 'cause I'm in a damn good mood."
"Well I'm Glad."
"Me too."
Jeff and Linda talked all night long and into the morning. "Oh crap! What time is it?" Linda asked as light filtered through the windows. "John's gonna wonder where I am!"
"You mean he doesn't know you're here?"
"That's right."
"Oh shit, now he's gonna be all pissed off at me and we're gonna have a new rival. Oh well, all those dropped Civics with systems and Eclipse RS's ain't enough to worry me. It was great talking to you though Linda. I look forward to seeing you again."
"Yeah? How about Saturday night at 8?"
"That sounds great."
Linda handed Jeff a card with her address, cell phone number, phone number, and pager number on it. Then Linda walked out.
"Shit, now I'm in trouble. Nguyen is just like Tran used to be, when he was alive. I think we're gonna have problems. Why the hell am I talking to myself?"