Chapter 6.
. 47 hours to bet .
Memphis wandered around the garage taking control of all that was going on around him. He watched as Sway went through reams and reams of car lists with a highlighter pen marking off the most expensive ladies. He directed Kip as he searched the net looking for all the high-class car sales, he helped Donny find every Starbucks, every Savoy hotel and every top-end apartment block in the area.
He was nervous, he knew that the amount of cars that they had already found was more than sufficient for the purpose, and any more would be impossible to steal within the time limit, but he had to cover every angle. He couldn't fail.
He took a break from being leader and stood at a blackboard writing down the cars that Sway shouted over to him.
"Jaguar XKE. Jaguar S type. Aston martin DB7. Dodge viper RT/10,"
The dodge earned a little cheer of approval from Kip, Sway smiled and continued down the list.
"Lincoln Limo. Porsche 911,"
Another cheer, this time from Tumbler and for the Porsche.
"Porsche Boxter,"
"Yeh baby!" Answered Donny
"Lamborghini Countach!"
They all let out whoops, Memphis smiled to himself as he wrote the car down on the board.
"Lamborghini Diablo!"
They all cheered again. Memphis laughed and looked at Sway who had suddenly dipped her eyebrows. She licked her lips and said in a deep husky voice barely above a whisper,
"Ferrari F40."
"Yeh, you do!" shouted Mirror man "That is my kind of car man!"
Sway was still looking at Memphis breathing deeply, pupils dilated. He smiled at the effect the Italian stallion had on her. Even to mention the make of a Ferrari reduced her to a smoldering wreck.
She cleared her throat and continued down her list. The others got back on with their work, fun over. Memphis couldn't help but notice that every car she read out brought a small smile to Sways lips.
***
. 40 Hours to bet .
Sway sat at the same desk she had been at for the past 7 hours. Stacks of paper strewn around in front of her, her fifth highlighter pen running low on ink. She rubbed her eyes in exhaustion and leaned back in her chair.
"Hey Sway!" Called Tumbler from across the garage "slacking already girl?"
She gave him the finger and hunched back over the papers.
Memphis wandered wirily over to her and draped an arm over her shoulder.
"Want to go for a spin?" He murmured into her hair "Clear your head."
She smiled and turned around in the chair to face him.
"Definitely."
"I'll get my keys." He said grinning.
"Aaawww!" A voice from the other side of the room made them all turn and look "Can I come too!?"
"Hey Rach." Chuckled Sway.
Memphis looked at the girl leaning casually against the doorframe and smiled. He could have picked her out of a crowd as one of Sways friends.
She was tall, at about 5ft8", with long dark hair that hung in soft, effortless curls down her back. Her lithe figure sported a pair of low waisted black leather pants, and a short khaki green tank top. This left the majority of her midriff bare, displaying a large tattoo of the Harley eagle on her right hip. She also wore one of those, don't-you-dare-mess- with-me-or-I'll-rip-your-head-off expressions that he saw every day on Sway's face.
She winked coyly at Memphis and raised the cigarette she was holding up to her lips taking a long deep drag. "You were right," She said turning her attention to Sway "very cute!"
Memphis raised his eyebrows and looked at Sway.
"Always wanted a mustang." Added Rachel making Memphis smile.
"You didn't have to come." Said Sway swinging her legs up onto the desk in front of her.
Rachel walked over to the two of them and let her eyes linger over the blackboard behind them.
"Oh, but I did." She said a wicked little grin creeping across her beautiful features as she took in the ladies written upon it.
"Sixth one down," Said Sway automatically, gesturing over her shoulder.
"Oh, shit." Rachel murmured in the same voice, and with the same expression that Sway had done when reading out the Ferrari.
Memphis laughed quietly to himself as Rachel flung herself over the end of the desk. She was a dark haired version of Sway.
"Rachel is a big, big fan of anything Porsche." Explained Sway. Rachel held up her wrist displaying a tattoo of the rearing horse from the Porsche logo.
"Yeah, and especially anything with the numbers 9, 1 and 1 in it also." She added.
The girls laughed.
"I'll take you for a spin anytime baby." Interjected Tumbler suddenly.
They both stopped laughing abruptly and turned sharply to look at him..
"Yeah?" Cooed Rachel sweetly.
"Yeah." He nodded.
"Try it, and I'll cut off your balls and feed em to ya! You get me?" Her tone of voice had suddenly taken on an edge that made tumbler step back rapidly, and if looks could kill.
"Rachel, Tumbler. Tumbler, Rachel." Introduced Sway as Tumbler slowly crept back into the shadows.
"Yeah." Said Rachel keeping her eyes on his retreated form.
"And that one over there's Donny," Said Sway
Donny raised his hat.
She gestured over to the others "Otto, he owns this place"
"How you doing girl?" Greeted Otto
"That's Sphinx," Sphinx nodded silent as ever.
"Freb," Freb grinned stupidly and a strange squeaking noise was all that he managed to muster.
"Mirror man is the little homie in the shades"
"Hey! Enough of the little girl." Mirror man smiled charmingly at Rachel and bowed his head
"That's kip, Memphis's brother, and incase you hadn't already noticed, this," She added, turning to face him "is Memphis."
Rachel shook his hand with a surprisingly strong grip.
"So," Said Memphis "Can you boost a car?"
Rachel laughed.
"What'd you think?" She grinned.
*** End chapter 6 ***
. 47 hours to bet .
Memphis wandered around the garage taking control of all that was going on around him. He watched as Sway went through reams and reams of car lists with a highlighter pen marking off the most expensive ladies. He directed Kip as he searched the net looking for all the high-class car sales, he helped Donny find every Starbucks, every Savoy hotel and every top-end apartment block in the area.
He was nervous, he knew that the amount of cars that they had already found was more than sufficient for the purpose, and any more would be impossible to steal within the time limit, but he had to cover every angle. He couldn't fail.
He took a break from being leader and stood at a blackboard writing down the cars that Sway shouted over to him.
"Jaguar XKE. Jaguar S type. Aston martin DB7. Dodge viper RT/10,"
The dodge earned a little cheer of approval from Kip, Sway smiled and continued down the list.
"Lincoln Limo. Porsche 911,"
Another cheer, this time from Tumbler and for the Porsche.
"Porsche Boxter,"
"Yeh baby!" Answered Donny
"Lamborghini Countach!"
They all let out whoops, Memphis smiled to himself as he wrote the car down on the board.
"Lamborghini Diablo!"
They all cheered again. Memphis laughed and looked at Sway who had suddenly dipped her eyebrows. She licked her lips and said in a deep husky voice barely above a whisper,
"Ferrari F40."
"Yeh, you do!" shouted Mirror man "That is my kind of car man!"
Sway was still looking at Memphis breathing deeply, pupils dilated. He smiled at the effect the Italian stallion had on her. Even to mention the make of a Ferrari reduced her to a smoldering wreck.
She cleared her throat and continued down her list. The others got back on with their work, fun over. Memphis couldn't help but notice that every car she read out brought a small smile to Sways lips.
***
. 40 Hours to bet .
Sway sat at the same desk she had been at for the past 7 hours. Stacks of paper strewn around in front of her, her fifth highlighter pen running low on ink. She rubbed her eyes in exhaustion and leaned back in her chair.
"Hey Sway!" Called Tumbler from across the garage "slacking already girl?"
She gave him the finger and hunched back over the papers.
Memphis wandered wirily over to her and draped an arm over her shoulder.
"Want to go for a spin?" He murmured into her hair "Clear your head."
She smiled and turned around in the chair to face him.
"Definitely."
"I'll get my keys." He said grinning.
"Aaawww!" A voice from the other side of the room made them all turn and look "Can I come too!?"
"Hey Rach." Chuckled Sway.
Memphis looked at the girl leaning casually against the doorframe and smiled. He could have picked her out of a crowd as one of Sways friends.
She was tall, at about 5ft8", with long dark hair that hung in soft, effortless curls down her back. Her lithe figure sported a pair of low waisted black leather pants, and a short khaki green tank top. This left the majority of her midriff bare, displaying a large tattoo of the Harley eagle on her right hip. She also wore one of those, don't-you-dare-mess- with-me-or-I'll-rip-your-head-off expressions that he saw every day on Sway's face.
She winked coyly at Memphis and raised the cigarette she was holding up to her lips taking a long deep drag. "You were right," She said turning her attention to Sway "very cute!"
Memphis raised his eyebrows and looked at Sway.
"Always wanted a mustang." Added Rachel making Memphis smile.
"You didn't have to come." Said Sway swinging her legs up onto the desk in front of her.
Rachel walked over to the two of them and let her eyes linger over the blackboard behind them.
"Oh, but I did." She said a wicked little grin creeping across her beautiful features as she took in the ladies written upon it.
"Sixth one down," Said Sway automatically, gesturing over her shoulder.
"Oh, shit." Rachel murmured in the same voice, and with the same expression that Sway had done when reading out the Ferrari.
Memphis laughed quietly to himself as Rachel flung herself over the end of the desk. She was a dark haired version of Sway.
"Rachel is a big, big fan of anything Porsche." Explained Sway. Rachel held up her wrist displaying a tattoo of the rearing horse from the Porsche logo.
"Yeah, and especially anything with the numbers 9, 1 and 1 in it also." She added.
The girls laughed.
"I'll take you for a spin anytime baby." Interjected Tumbler suddenly.
They both stopped laughing abruptly and turned sharply to look at him..
"Yeah?" Cooed Rachel sweetly.
"Yeah." He nodded.
"Try it, and I'll cut off your balls and feed em to ya! You get me?" Her tone of voice had suddenly taken on an edge that made tumbler step back rapidly, and if looks could kill.
"Rachel, Tumbler. Tumbler, Rachel." Introduced Sway as Tumbler slowly crept back into the shadows.
"Yeah." Said Rachel keeping her eyes on his retreated form.
"And that one over there's Donny," Said Sway
Donny raised his hat.
She gestured over to the others "Otto, he owns this place"
"How you doing girl?" Greeted Otto
"That's Sphinx," Sphinx nodded silent as ever.
"Freb," Freb grinned stupidly and a strange squeaking noise was all that he managed to muster.
"Mirror man is the little homie in the shades"
"Hey! Enough of the little girl." Mirror man smiled charmingly at Rachel and bowed his head
"That's kip, Memphis's brother, and incase you hadn't already noticed, this," She added, turning to face him "is Memphis."
Rachel shook his hand with a surprisingly strong grip.
"So," Said Memphis "Can you boost a car?"
Rachel laughed.
"What'd you think?" She grinned.
*** End chapter 6 ***