Chapter 10.
.25 hours to bet.
Less than two hours later, Memphis was harshly pulled from his restful slumber by the unwelcome blare of his alarm. Muttering a few choice words he banged his palm on the top of the obtrusive machine trying to hit the snooze button. His sleep-deprived mind was having some trouble and after about 10 hellish seconds of noise, Sway's hand flew across his chest. She grabbed the alarm and pulled it sharply downward, ripping the wires from its base and dropping the broken object to the floor, before settling gently back onto her pillows.
Memphis smiled to himself and closed his eyes deciding to savor 5 more blissful minutes.
***
.23 hours to bet.
Memphis and Sway bustled into the garage ½ an hour later than the rest of the gang arrived.
"Sorry!" Memphis apologized as he shrugged out of his jacket "we slept in."
"Yeah I'll bet you did." Muttered Rachel ginning lewdly at Sway who simply raised her eyebrows.
"So then boss," said Mirror Man popping the last of a pop tart into his mouth "what's the plan for today?"
"Today we scout." Memphis addressed them all "We need to find all the cars off the list."
"Holy shit. That's one big list you know?'
"I know, I know. We just have to do our best." He turned to Tumbler "You get the mini vans I asked for?"
"Four. Just like you asked. Tinted windows, the works."
"Good man. Okay guys listen up. These are your crews, and the cars on your lists."
***
Less than 30 minutes later the crew was on the road. 3 teams of two and a team of three rode together. Mirror man and Tumbler in one van, Donny and sphinx in another, kip and Freb in another and in the final black van Rachel, Memphis and Sway cruised the streets. Otto and Junie stayed behind the scenes at the garage keeping things ticking over smoothly. Each team had a full car list from the previous days work, 20 of those cars were highlighted for each group. The whole operation was kept together by a set of 5 way walkie-talkies, this way nobody missed a beat.
For a couple of long hours, the only voices riding the airwaves, were those of teams verifying finds and Otto's voice confirming them. It was getting boring. This had always been Sways least favorite part of boosting. The prep she didn't really mind, but the shop she hated. There was no adrenaline rush to keep it interesting, nothing illegal in taking pictures of a couple of peoples cars.
She'd had enough. She picked up their walkie-talkie off the dash and pressed the button.
"TV car trivia?" She asked.
Several exasperated reply's all came at once.
"Hell yes!" "Damn I though no-one was gonna ask" "I'm dying of boredom here!"
Sway heard Otto laugh in appreciation. "Nice one Sway. You want to start us off kid?"
"Ok. Hmmm. Oh I got one!" she looked across at Memphis and grinned. "What's the car on the back of the 10 dollar bill?"
"There's a car on the back of the 10 dollar bill?" Donny asked.
"The hell there is!" Snorted Tumbler
Sway laughed as she heard the rustle of various notes being pulled out of people's pockets.
"Hey. Goddamn girl you right! There is a car here!" Mirror man said, impressed.
"Yeah but what the hell is this thing?" Asked Kip.
"Nothin," Answered Sway "That's the thing. They couldn't endorse any one car, it's a composite."
"That's a good one Sway!" Otto congratulated
"I think so too!" She grinned.
"Ah stop being such a damn show off." Rachel elbowed her.
"Ok then!" Otto enthused "Who's next? Donny?"
***
.18 hours to bet.
"Ok." Said Sway running her finger down the now tattered piece of paper which served as her team's list "Next up we have, yeah baby!" She grinned at Rachel "Ferrari F40!"
"Oooooh! I call it!" Said Memphis raising his hand.
"The hell you do," Sway raised an eyebrow at him "unless you wanna find yourself single and living out of a box on a front stoop!"
He chuckled and turned his eyes back to the road, pulling in just down from the eighth Starbucks they had visited that day.
"Bingo." Rachel pointed across the street to where a tall dark guy climbed out of a sleek red F40 and ran across the road to the coffee house.
"Lovely." Sway breathed.
"I hope you're talking about the car!" Memphis said.
"Of course, Dahling!" She sent him her most innocent look and grinned "Ok, here I go." She reached for her door handle.
"Wait wait wait!" Rachel grabbed her elbow "Take off your coat."
Sway handed Rachel her gray duster obligingly.
"That's better," Rachel commented "Oh, but," She reached across and undid the top two buttons of Sway already precariously low cut black shirt "Bingo!"
Sway blew a kiss to an openmouthed Memphis and jumped out of the van.
"Did you have to do that?" Memphis asked Rachel as he watched his girlfriend push open the door to the Starbucks.
"Yep!"
***
Sway quickly scanned the room for Ferrari boy as she stepped inside the warm coffee house. The smell in the room was making her realize that she hadn't had caffeine in over 4 hours. She spotted him, standing at the end of the bar, waiting for his drink. Play time!
She sauntered across the room just as he picked up his coffee and turned around, making sure that he banged right into her.
"Hey!" She shouted as the hot liquid splashed down the front of her shirt.
"Oh god," he muttered "I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"
She looked up into his face and realized that he was actually quite cute. A complete asshole judging by the suit the car and the hairdo, but still quite cute. Time to turn on the charm.
"I'm fine," She smiled apologetically "Sorry I yelled at you, but its been a very long day!"
"Tell me about it." He sent her a slimy grin, and she had to wonder if this guy had ever had a hard day in his life or if Daddy dearest had a hand in the F40 parked across the street.
She sent him a sultry grin and smoothed a hand over her damp shirt.
"I tell you what," He pulled a silver pen out of his top pocket "How bout I give you my number and you can send me the bill for your dry-cleaning?"
God this guy was gross.
She leaned into him and whispered into his ear "This shirt doesn't need dry cleaning."
"You sure?" He twisted a dreadlock around his finger briefly.
Sway raised her eyebrows, held out her hand to him and he wrote his number down on it, the whole time never taking his eyes off her chest.
Definitely an asshole.
***
Memphis gripped the steering wheel of the van as he watched the tall dark suit in the coffee shop slowly scrawl something down on the back of his girlfriends hand.
"My god," Said Rachel "That guy is looking right down her top."
"I know!" Muttered Memphis through clenched teeth.
"Clam down hunny! Look, she's coming now."
They watched as Sway ran back down the street and jumped back into the van.
"You get it?" Asked Rachel.
Sway held out her hand and smiled triumphantly.
"Otto," She said into the walkie-talkie as Memphis started the engine "We got a plate on Nadine and I need you to run an address chase on this number."
***End Chapter 10***
.25 hours to bet.
Less than two hours later, Memphis was harshly pulled from his restful slumber by the unwelcome blare of his alarm. Muttering a few choice words he banged his palm on the top of the obtrusive machine trying to hit the snooze button. His sleep-deprived mind was having some trouble and after about 10 hellish seconds of noise, Sway's hand flew across his chest. She grabbed the alarm and pulled it sharply downward, ripping the wires from its base and dropping the broken object to the floor, before settling gently back onto her pillows.
Memphis smiled to himself and closed his eyes deciding to savor 5 more blissful minutes.
***
.23 hours to bet.
Memphis and Sway bustled into the garage ½ an hour later than the rest of the gang arrived.
"Sorry!" Memphis apologized as he shrugged out of his jacket "we slept in."
"Yeah I'll bet you did." Muttered Rachel ginning lewdly at Sway who simply raised her eyebrows.
"So then boss," said Mirror Man popping the last of a pop tart into his mouth "what's the plan for today?"
"Today we scout." Memphis addressed them all "We need to find all the cars off the list."
"Holy shit. That's one big list you know?'
"I know, I know. We just have to do our best." He turned to Tumbler "You get the mini vans I asked for?"
"Four. Just like you asked. Tinted windows, the works."
"Good man. Okay guys listen up. These are your crews, and the cars on your lists."
***
Less than 30 minutes later the crew was on the road. 3 teams of two and a team of three rode together. Mirror man and Tumbler in one van, Donny and sphinx in another, kip and Freb in another and in the final black van Rachel, Memphis and Sway cruised the streets. Otto and Junie stayed behind the scenes at the garage keeping things ticking over smoothly. Each team had a full car list from the previous days work, 20 of those cars were highlighted for each group. The whole operation was kept together by a set of 5 way walkie-talkies, this way nobody missed a beat.
For a couple of long hours, the only voices riding the airwaves, were those of teams verifying finds and Otto's voice confirming them. It was getting boring. This had always been Sways least favorite part of boosting. The prep she didn't really mind, but the shop she hated. There was no adrenaline rush to keep it interesting, nothing illegal in taking pictures of a couple of peoples cars.
She'd had enough. She picked up their walkie-talkie off the dash and pressed the button.
"TV car trivia?" She asked.
Several exasperated reply's all came at once.
"Hell yes!" "Damn I though no-one was gonna ask" "I'm dying of boredom here!"
Sway heard Otto laugh in appreciation. "Nice one Sway. You want to start us off kid?"
"Ok. Hmmm. Oh I got one!" she looked across at Memphis and grinned. "What's the car on the back of the 10 dollar bill?"
"There's a car on the back of the 10 dollar bill?" Donny asked.
"The hell there is!" Snorted Tumbler
Sway laughed as she heard the rustle of various notes being pulled out of people's pockets.
"Hey. Goddamn girl you right! There is a car here!" Mirror man said, impressed.
"Yeah but what the hell is this thing?" Asked Kip.
"Nothin," Answered Sway "That's the thing. They couldn't endorse any one car, it's a composite."
"That's a good one Sway!" Otto congratulated
"I think so too!" She grinned.
"Ah stop being such a damn show off." Rachel elbowed her.
"Ok then!" Otto enthused "Who's next? Donny?"
***
.18 hours to bet.
"Ok." Said Sway running her finger down the now tattered piece of paper which served as her team's list "Next up we have, yeah baby!" She grinned at Rachel "Ferrari F40!"
"Oooooh! I call it!" Said Memphis raising his hand.
"The hell you do," Sway raised an eyebrow at him "unless you wanna find yourself single and living out of a box on a front stoop!"
He chuckled and turned his eyes back to the road, pulling in just down from the eighth Starbucks they had visited that day.
"Bingo." Rachel pointed across the street to where a tall dark guy climbed out of a sleek red F40 and ran across the road to the coffee house.
"Lovely." Sway breathed.
"I hope you're talking about the car!" Memphis said.
"Of course, Dahling!" She sent him her most innocent look and grinned "Ok, here I go." She reached for her door handle.
"Wait wait wait!" Rachel grabbed her elbow "Take off your coat."
Sway handed Rachel her gray duster obligingly.
"That's better," Rachel commented "Oh, but," She reached across and undid the top two buttons of Sway already precariously low cut black shirt "Bingo!"
Sway blew a kiss to an openmouthed Memphis and jumped out of the van.
"Did you have to do that?" Memphis asked Rachel as he watched his girlfriend push open the door to the Starbucks.
"Yep!"
***
Sway quickly scanned the room for Ferrari boy as she stepped inside the warm coffee house. The smell in the room was making her realize that she hadn't had caffeine in over 4 hours. She spotted him, standing at the end of the bar, waiting for his drink. Play time!
She sauntered across the room just as he picked up his coffee and turned around, making sure that he banged right into her.
"Hey!" She shouted as the hot liquid splashed down the front of her shirt.
"Oh god," he muttered "I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"
She looked up into his face and realized that he was actually quite cute. A complete asshole judging by the suit the car and the hairdo, but still quite cute. Time to turn on the charm.
"I'm fine," She smiled apologetically "Sorry I yelled at you, but its been a very long day!"
"Tell me about it." He sent her a slimy grin, and she had to wonder if this guy had ever had a hard day in his life or if Daddy dearest had a hand in the F40 parked across the street.
She sent him a sultry grin and smoothed a hand over her damp shirt.
"I tell you what," He pulled a silver pen out of his top pocket "How bout I give you my number and you can send me the bill for your dry-cleaning?"
God this guy was gross.
She leaned into him and whispered into his ear "This shirt doesn't need dry cleaning."
"You sure?" He twisted a dreadlock around his finger briefly.
Sway raised her eyebrows, held out her hand to him and he wrote his number down on it, the whole time never taking his eyes off her chest.
Definitely an asshole.
***
Memphis gripped the steering wheel of the van as he watched the tall dark suit in the coffee shop slowly scrawl something down on the back of his girlfriends hand.
"My god," Said Rachel "That guy is looking right down her top."
"I know!" Muttered Memphis through clenched teeth.
"Clam down hunny! Look, she's coming now."
They watched as Sway ran back down the street and jumped back into the van.
"You get it?" Asked Rachel.
Sway held out her hand and smiled triumphantly.
"Otto," She said into the walkie-talkie as Memphis started the engine "We got a plate on Nadine and I need you to run an address chase on this number."
***End Chapter 10***