FASTER THAN GOD
by Jashi!

Sorry. I've been grounded from the computer for at least four weeks, so yeah. Sorry.

CHAPTER THREE:

(TROY's POV)

Pain…ouch…dark, hammer-pounding on my head pain. I lift my eyes. I must not be dead. Or if I am dead, this must be hell. I'm in a nice, spiffy, white straitjacket. My head feels so heavy, and I think it's covered in bandages.

Xander Cage is sitting in the corner talking to a black man with one fucked-up face.

"You…" I grit my teeth in anger. He tricked me. He raced me, then while we were racing, a planted 5-0 came and flipped me. Then he shot me with his dart gun, which must have had some kind of sleeping solution in the dart.

I struggle in the straitjacket, wanting to get after this guy for tricking Troy Ruse. The fucked-up face man turns with a sharp look at the sound of me struggling.

"Good morning, Troy Ruse."

I grit my teeth again.

"Get me the fuck out of this thing." I say through my closed teeth, my head heavy with pain. I want to kill him. First Mr. Xander Bald-Fucker Cage and then this guy…

"I am Gibbons, head of the NSA. This is xXx, or Xander Cage as you know him, one of our agents." he said briskly.

"Now, let me tell you what you're---" Gibbons began.

"Haha. YOU'RE going to tell me what I'm doing here? Great. Look, Al Pacino, I'm not here. In fact, I'm gone. Get me the fuck out of this stupid straitjacket and let me continue my normal, civilian life." I laugh, spitting my words out at him. I struggle more in the straitjacket. I think there is some way to actually escape from the horrid confinement of straitjackets. In fact, as soon as I get out of here, to the Internet.

"Normal, civilian life?" Gibbons's laugh like a dog's bark hurts my ears. I wonder if his laugh really sounds like that. I doubt it.

"Let's see…Probably every car manufacturer in the U.S. wants you dead or in jail. Grand auto theft," he counts on his fingers, "grand auto theft, and finally, illegal underground street racing and manufacture of cars."

"Manipulation."

My word comes out unexpected.

"What?" xXx says, surprised.

"I don't manufacture cars. I manipulate them with nitrous oxide and shit like that. I don't create the cars. I manipulate them." the words tumble out before I can stop them.

Gibbons raises his eyebrow.

"That's an interesting perspective for one of the most wanted car thieves in America."

"The most wanted."

Xander stares, obviously surprised again.

"Last time I checked, I was most wanted." I spit, my hands itching to get out of the straitjacket.

Gibbons's eyebrow moves a little farther up his forehead.

"If you do not comply, do you know where you go?"

Gibbons walks over to me, his face less than an inch away from mine. I can't move, I'm in the fucking straitjacket!

"To hell?" I say, glaring right back at him.

"More than hell. I'm going to turn you over the police…but their not gonna take you to jail, oh no. Death penalty is most likely in store for you. But because judges are sympathetic with people like you, they'll give you a life sentence. You'll sit in a windowless room for the rest of your days, slowly wasting away until you wish you were dead. No more cars. No more 150 miles an hour."

I spit. I spit right in Gibbons's fucking face, right in his eye.

"You can kill me. By fucking God you can fucking kill me. But why do you want me, first?"

"You heard of the huge explosion in Sacramento, correct? It was caused by a car, a car called a "Death Car". They belong to a secret, underground organization. These cars are A.I., but with some remote bindings. They can operate nuclear weapons. They can get information from the mainframes in D.C. They can access anything they want."

I nod, looking at a spot on the wall behind his head.

"But we don't know where these cars are. They are going to strike soon, very soon. This is where you come in."

I remain emotionless. Think rock. Think stone. Think of something else.

"You are going to get inside these cars, and disable them until we learn where they're coming from, what their purpose is."

I am stone. Emotionless rock. I am the rock, Gibbons is the sea. I may be worn down and dead at the end, but I will be gone, be of no use to know one. The only way he can win is if he can wear me down to the point of no return.

"Is that what you did to him too?" my voice is shaky with anger.

"What?"

"Xander Cage. 'xXx'. Last time I looked he was an extreme sports addict who trashed cars. Now he works for the NSA. You gave him the exact same crock of bullshit you just gave me. The exact same thing." I shake my head sadly. The rock is worn down. So she gives way to the sea. I guess…it sounds…like a challenge.

"I'll do it."

Gibbons smiles. "Knew you would."

"That doesn't mean you now rule everything I do. So fuck off. And get me out of this shitty straitjacket."

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Blargh! Sorry this chapter is so short. But I guess there is depth. No flames, por favor. Now for some shameless advertising: If you like LotR fics that have original characters (not mary-sues) and mythical metamorphism? Then go read Eyes Not Quite Human by Where the Streets Have No Name! Thank you! (haha, sorry. Just more people read this fic than the other one...*Evil grin*) So…goodbye! ~WSHNN