Prologue
A sleek, slender, streamlined dark vehicle raced through the dark, damp streets of night.
The roar of a black Acura RSX could only be heard by the screech of tyres and the sound of gas being released from in the blow-off valve.
Pishh! Is the sound of the gas being released as the driver changed gears to increase speed. He tore down Main St and took a sharp left onto the motorway.
Gun-fire rang out behind the RSX and bullets dug into other cars, pedestrians and buildings as the pursuers attacked with a ferocity such as the driver had ever seen.
Bang!
A blood red Lamborghini exploded in a flash of white light, turned fire red, when it was struck by an extremely silent, aerodynamic black stinger missile.
Where the car was a few seconds ago there was now a smashed and burning wreck of a once beautiful car.
The RSX's tyres screamed as it took a sharp right corner, off the motorway and through a sign saying Disney World (car ripped through here).
There was a red spurt of flame from the exhaust of the Acura when it hit the base of the waterway as the driver pressed the NOS button to gain more speed.
The reckless driver drove up to a motorbike ramp facing the side wall of the waterway. He tried to get it straight on but only got half the car on the ramp, which sent the car barrel rolling through the air. It spun twice before landing perfectly on all four wheels and taking off with another shot of NOS.
The RSX turned not quite enough and crunched against the wall of a fish 'n' chip shop, before quickly taking off again.
There was a green flash from the exhaust as the driver gunned too much NOS. And then it happened.
It exploded. Glass and pieces off car went everywhere. Where the car had been was a minute ago was now a four lane wide circular hole, about five meters deep.
The buildings for about two blocks were all but obliterated by the massive explosion.
One of the three remaining cars, a Dodge Viper had just used the last of his NOS to catch up to the Acura was going so fast that when it reached the edge of the crater that it shot over the crater on a jump of tarmac caused by the explosion, and landed twenty odd feet down the street.
The two other cars, the Porches had already used all their NOS and were going a lot slower launched but fell short and ploughed straight into the far wall of the crater. There were two loud cracks as the noses of the Porches were forced into the middle of the cars skewering the drivers. Then the engines blew and the crater was increased in size.
The driver of the car who launched the crater swung the door of his Dodge Viper open astonished that his life hadn't been taken.
He pulled out a cell phone and dialled.
'Boss.' The driver said.
'Yeah what is it?' Boss answered.
'He blew up his god damn car! It was like a bloody mini-nuke!'
'What?' Boss said angrily.
'Diablo and Porsche 1 and 2 went down. So did his Acura RSX, no-one could have survived that blast ... no-one.' The driver said determinedly.
'So he's dead?'
'He's dead.' The driver answered firmly.
'Are you sure?' Boss enquired.
'Yes.'
On the roof of a nearby building, silhouetted against the moon, stood a tall dark figure watching the driver of the Viper, talking on the phone.
'If he had watched carefully he would have seen a small explosion above the car, and if he had listened he would have heard the roar of a motorbike just before my RSX was obliterated.' The driver thought out loud. 'Stupid assholes, No-one can kill me. They always die first.'