CHICAGO, 1994
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Jake Shaw was riding shotgun in the squad car. He was fresh out of the Academy and newly reassigned to Chicago. First case given to him was helping the local police with breaking an auto theft ring. For the past two weeks he's been paired with Donaldson, a rotund old-timer with definite ideas about where Feds can go and jump...
"I do hope we're not boring you, Agent Shaw." Donaldson snickered as he drove. "Nothing ever really happens out here at night. We drive around, catch a speeding ticket or two, drop a hooker off of her corner and into the tank... nothing much."
"If it was nothing then I wouldn't be here Donaldson. SOMETHING must be going on for the FBI to be in on this."
"Oh, yeah, sure. We have a little trouble with 'Grab' every now and then, but we make a bust, it dies down again. Nothing unusual." He shot a glare at Shaw.
"Man, pull over. I need a break." Jake was getting sick of this man's condescension towards him. He was getting out of the car at the public phone when Donaldson came around.
"I'm going for a coffee. Be right back and don't take it for a joy ride."
"yeah whatever." Jake rolled his eyes and turned around to watch Donaldson waddle his way into the little diner.
He didn't see the car pull up and stop in the middle of the street to let a man and a woman out. The car drove off by the time Jake turned back around. All he saw was the man and woman walking across the street towards the Porsche dealership. His eyes glued themselves to the gleaming silver porsche that was on display. ~someday~ he thought. ~Someday that is going to be mine.~ When the other end picked up, he turned to talk to his boss.
Across the street, the man and woman had seen Jake and the cop car.
"Jesus Speed! Are you insane? There's a cop over there!"
"Shut up Switch." The woman shot him a look. "I know how to do this. Just stand here and ogle the car until they leave. One's on the phone and the other's taking a piss."
Speed was a nickname of course. She stood about 5'9 with bleached white hair that had a few black streaks. Her ice blue eyes were calculating as she watched the man on the phone across the street and the diner. "You got it?"
"Yeah, I got it."
"Good. Now we wait."
Jake turned back again to the dealership window. The man and woman had stopped and were watching the car, talking to themselves. Something wasn't right, he couldn't put his finger on it, but something just didn't sit well.
"Alright. Yeah Boss, I heard you. Tough it out until the bust is made. I know." He hung up with a sigh of resignation and went into the diner to push Donaldson off of his ass. ~Cripes the music is too loud in here.~ he thought as he looked around for Donaldson...
Speed grinned and winked at Switch. "Time to party. Get the keys."
With that she stepped back and hurled the brick she had in her coat at the glass door. Both of them scrambled through the now empty window - Speed to the car and Switch to the key bank. He grabbed the key with the matching number off the hook and tossed it to Speed who had deposited herself behind the wheel. Slickly she slid the key into the ignition and turned it over.
"Oh yeah baby. Purr like a big ass cat." She grinned even bigger and threw it into reverse, backing off the revolving podium the silver bullet was perched on.
"Just how do you plan on getting out of here Speed?" Switch was nervous, he had a feeling of how but he wasn't sure if he wanted to know.
Speed just grinned and angled for the big picture window. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to depart, please make sure that your traytables are in their upright and locked position and that your seatbelts are securely fastened. In the even of cabin pressure dropping, please put your head between your knees and kiss your ass goodbye."
Jake had gotten Donaldson off of his butt and both were heading out to the car. Jake wasn't liking this. SOMETHING wasn't right. "Hey, let me drive for a while. I need to do something and you can catch a nap."
"Whatever. Just don't wreck it." He tossed the keys to Jake, who caught them smoothly and slid down into the seat.
Right as Jake put the key into the ignition, Speed threw the car into 1st and gunned the gas hard enough to jerk Switch into last week. With a screaming of tires and a growling of the engine, the car shot back up the ramp, over the podium and flew at the glass... "SWEET MOTHER OF PEARL SPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!!!" was all Switch could get out. His yell turned into a scream as the Porsche hit the glass picture window and shattered it into millions of pieces.
Jake heard the screaming of tires and looked up just in time to see the silver bullet he'd been drooling over hit the glass. He screamed himself, Donaldson matching that scream as Jake threw the car into reverse and backed the hell out of the line of the car.
The Porsche hit the ground, bouncing both of it's passengers a bit. Speed swerved and fishtailed a bit, but got the car under control as she swung it around and peeled out. Jake was hot on her tail however and Donaldson had the radio in hand calling it in. "You heard me!! We need a helicopter on this and more cars!!"
Speed hit second gear, swerving in and out of traffic. "I see you..." she giggled and threw it into third as she blew through a red light and caused a three car pileup from cross traffic...
Jake managed to swing his way through the pileup in her wake. He couldn't believe a woman was driving like this, she had to have incredible luck on her side. He shifted the car's automatic into a higher gear and looked over at Donaldson... who was squeezing his eyes shut and his lips were moving silently in a prayer. ~Chicken~ Jake snickered to himself and kept after the woman.
Speed couldn't shake him. "Damnit!!" she swore and threw it into fourth... then fifth and kept dodging down alleys and sidestreets in her efforts to shake him. Switch was bracing his hands against the dashboard and screaming every now and then. This was his first boost and had never really understood how Speed got her nickname. He'd remember it now and forever. Hopefully this would scare the little shit off of boosting cars forever... she took a glance at him in the seat and shook her head. He was too young to be getting into this now. He should be in high school and trying to boost young girls' kisses, not getting a rap sheet for Grab.
"SPEED!! LOOK OUT!!" Too late she looked up and saw the police cars cutting her off at the cross street.
"MOTHERLESS BITCH!!" Speed yanked the gear down into neutral and spun around in a screeching 180 then headed back up the alley. All of a sudden she grabbed the wheel and slammed both feet down onto the pedals, bringing the Porshe to a squealing stop. "Switch."
"Yeah Speed?" He was gasping for breath and trying to keep from vomiting onto the floorboard of the car.
"We're toast." She held her hands up for the police to see and sighed.
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Jake Shaw was riding shotgun in the squad car. He was fresh out of the Academy and newly reassigned to Chicago. First case given to him was helping the local police with breaking an auto theft ring. For the past two weeks he's been paired with Donaldson, a rotund old-timer with definite ideas about where Feds can go and jump...
"I do hope we're not boring you, Agent Shaw." Donaldson snickered as he drove. "Nothing ever really happens out here at night. We drive around, catch a speeding ticket or two, drop a hooker off of her corner and into the tank... nothing much."
"If it was nothing then I wouldn't be here Donaldson. SOMETHING must be going on for the FBI to be in on this."
"Oh, yeah, sure. We have a little trouble with 'Grab' every now and then, but we make a bust, it dies down again. Nothing unusual." He shot a glare at Shaw.
"Man, pull over. I need a break." Jake was getting sick of this man's condescension towards him. He was getting out of the car at the public phone when Donaldson came around.
"I'm going for a coffee. Be right back and don't take it for a joy ride."
"yeah whatever." Jake rolled his eyes and turned around to watch Donaldson waddle his way into the little diner.
He didn't see the car pull up and stop in the middle of the street to let a man and a woman out. The car drove off by the time Jake turned back around. All he saw was the man and woman walking across the street towards the Porsche dealership. His eyes glued themselves to the gleaming silver porsche that was on display. ~someday~ he thought. ~Someday that is going to be mine.~ When the other end picked up, he turned to talk to his boss.
Across the street, the man and woman had seen Jake and the cop car.
"Jesus Speed! Are you insane? There's a cop over there!"
"Shut up Switch." The woman shot him a look. "I know how to do this. Just stand here and ogle the car until they leave. One's on the phone and the other's taking a piss."
Speed was a nickname of course. She stood about 5'9 with bleached white hair that had a few black streaks. Her ice blue eyes were calculating as she watched the man on the phone across the street and the diner. "You got it?"
"Yeah, I got it."
"Good. Now we wait."
Jake turned back again to the dealership window. The man and woman had stopped and were watching the car, talking to themselves. Something wasn't right, he couldn't put his finger on it, but something just didn't sit well.
"Alright. Yeah Boss, I heard you. Tough it out until the bust is made. I know." He hung up with a sigh of resignation and went into the diner to push Donaldson off of his ass. ~Cripes the music is too loud in here.~ he thought as he looked around for Donaldson...
Speed grinned and winked at Switch. "Time to party. Get the keys."
With that she stepped back and hurled the brick she had in her coat at the glass door. Both of them scrambled through the now empty window - Speed to the car and Switch to the key bank. He grabbed the key with the matching number off the hook and tossed it to Speed who had deposited herself behind the wheel. Slickly she slid the key into the ignition and turned it over.
"Oh yeah baby. Purr like a big ass cat." She grinned even bigger and threw it into reverse, backing off the revolving podium the silver bullet was perched on.
"Just how do you plan on getting out of here Speed?" Switch was nervous, he had a feeling of how but he wasn't sure if he wanted to know.
Speed just grinned and angled for the big picture window. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to depart, please make sure that your traytables are in their upright and locked position and that your seatbelts are securely fastened. In the even of cabin pressure dropping, please put your head between your knees and kiss your ass goodbye."
Jake had gotten Donaldson off of his butt and both were heading out to the car. Jake wasn't liking this. SOMETHING wasn't right. "Hey, let me drive for a while. I need to do something and you can catch a nap."
"Whatever. Just don't wreck it." He tossed the keys to Jake, who caught them smoothly and slid down into the seat.
Right as Jake put the key into the ignition, Speed threw the car into 1st and gunned the gas hard enough to jerk Switch into last week. With a screaming of tires and a growling of the engine, the car shot back up the ramp, over the podium and flew at the glass... "SWEET MOTHER OF PEARL SPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!!!" was all Switch could get out. His yell turned into a scream as the Porsche hit the glass picture window and shattered it into millions of pieces.
Jake heard the screaming of tires and looked up just in time to see the silver bullet he'd been drooling over hit the glass. He screamed himself, Donaldson matching that scream as Jake threw the car into reverse and backed the hell out of the line of the car.
The Porsche hit the ground, bouncing both of it's passengers a bit. Speed swerved and fishtailed a bit, but got the car under control as she swung it around and peeled out. Jake was hot on her tail however and Donaldson had the radio in hand calling it in. "You heard me!! We need a helicopter on this and more cars!!"
Speed hit second gear, swerving in and out of traffic. "I see you..." she giggled and threw it into third as she blew through a red light and caused a three car pileup from cross traffic...
Jake managed to swing his way through the pileup in her wake. He couldn't believe a woman was driving like this, she had to have incredible luck on her side. He shifted the car's automatic into a higher gear and looked over at Donaldson... who was squeezing his eyes shut and his lips were moving silently in a prayer. ~Chicken~ Jake snickered to himself and kept after the woman.
Speed couldn't shake him. "Damnit!!" she swore and threw it into fourth... then fifth and kept dodging down alleys and sidestreets in her efforts to shake him. Switch was bracing his hands against the dashboard and screaming every now and then. This was his first boost and had never really understood how Speed got her nickname. He'd remember it now and forever. Hopefully this would scare the little shit off of boosting cars forever... she took a glance at him in the seat and shook her head. He was too young to be getting into this now. He should be in high school and trying to boost young girls' kisses, not getting a rap sheet for Grab.
"SPEED!! LOOK OUT!!" Too late she looked up and saw the police cars cutting her off at the cross street.
"MOTHERLESS BITCH!!" Speed yanked the gear down into neutral and spun around in a screeching 180 then headed back up the alley. All of a sudden she grabbed the wheel and slammed both feet down onto the pedals, bringing the Porshe to a squealing stop. "Switch."
"Yeah Speed?" He was gasping for breath and trying to keep from vomiting onto the floorboard of the car.
"We're toast." She held her hands up for the police to see and sighed.
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