Chapter 4 A New Job and More Trouble
Two days later, Rally (as Roger) walks into New Tiger Tech. and approaches the receptionist.
"I'm Roger Rosemont, Mr. Wang's mechanic" states Rally, showing her id.
"Yes. Mr. Rosemont, Mr. Wang is expecting you. 8th floor Room 206. Please use the elevators to the left."
"Thanks."
As soon as Rally steps from the elevator, a tall, muscular gentleman in a black suit escorts Rally to Mr. Wang's office.
"Please, Come in. Mr. Rosemont, is it?" Offers Mr. Wang, warmly.
"Yes, sir."
"What's the best car on the market for power and speed?" asks Mr. Wang.
"Shelby Cobra GT 500." Said Rally, without blinking.
"Really." Laughs Mr. Wang. "Can't say I've got one of those in my collection."
Rally follows Mr. Wang to his showroom. Rally's eyes grow wide in recognition of the cars in his collection.
"That's the 1950 Muntz Car! It's got a Cadillac engine and a metal removable top. Oh, Wow a 1961 XK-E Jag Roadster! It's got a 3.8 liter 256 horsepower twin cam engine. It's beautiful." States Rally in awe.
"You know your automobiles. This is my most prized possession a 1974 Bricklin SV1 sports car. It's rare because it only lasted one year on the American market."
Mr. Wang continues on to the auto shop. There she sees a Ford Thunderbird in pieces straight from the junkyard.
"This is my newest toy a 1956 Ford Thunderbird. If you wish to stay as my mechanic – Fix it."
Rally looks at the junk pile on the floor.
"Yeah right." Distresses Rally, under her breath.
Mr. Wang leaves and Rally sighs at the task at hand. Rally picks up the Yellow Pages and starts making phone calls. Three days later, a very angry Mr. Wang returns to the auto shop, with a handful of bills. Rally is under the hood, trying to replace a hose.
"You haven't even been working here for a week and you've already spent more than a year's salary in parts!" he yells.
"Do you want it fixed like a model car with glue and paint or do you want it fixed properly and in mint condition?" asked Rally.
"Do you think you could race this car?" inquired Mr. Wang, as he admired Rally's work.
"I can race any car every made. But parts for this car aren't cheap. I wouldn't go Indy racing with this car just yet." Reported Rally.
"Next Saturday is the Jimmy Dean classics car race. My current driver is on assignment. So I want you to drive for me."
"Which car?" asked Rally, much more interested in racing than in mechanics.
"The Thunderbird."
"Can't do it. She's got new wheels. I've learned the hard way, that cornering on new tires is a bad idea."
"The 1981 RX-7 then."
"I'll need to practice with her." Says Rally, plainly, trying to hold down her excitement.
"You have one week. The key is in the garage. Win the race and there will be a very large bonus in your paycheck."
Rally and Mr. Wang shake hands on a deal.
Meanwhile, May is having trouble keeping Rally2 out of trouble. David tried to kill May when she tried to stop Rally2 from buying guns. But with Ken's help, May took out David and handed him over to Roy. Rally2 was angry at the loss of David, and the busted gun deal. But she had other problems. The police, tipped off by Ken, came in full force after Rally2. Now she and May are racing the highways trying to avoid getting caught.
"Rally!" screams May, holding on as Rally2 takes a curve way to fast. "You're driving like a demon!"
"Shut up May! I don't want to hear it! Just throw one of your bombs!" yelled Rally2.
May tosses three of her bombs out of the window like a child pulling petals off a flower. Rally2 zooms over a bridge doing 185 mph. Five seconds later, a blue colored smoke bombs goes off. Ten seconds later, a white colored smoke explodes. Fifteen seconds later, a red colored smoke appears in Rally2's rear view mirror.
"May are you nuts! Colored smoke? Is that all you can give me!" yells Rally2 zigzagging through the city traffic.
"Killing them isn't going to help. You lucky Roy was wearing his vest. Do you know what the penalty for cop killing is in Chicago?" protested May.
"AARRGG! Hold on!" warns Rally2.
Rally2 spying a major police roadblock up ahead, pulls a 180-degree turn and heads straight back at the cops who are pursuing them.
"Rally!" screams May, as Rally wins her first game of chicken.
Hoping that the other cops will follow suit, Rally2 drives head on at each of them. May watches in terror, as the last cop doesn't seem to be turning. Maybe he's hoping Rally will turn or maybe he thinks a head on collision is the only way to stop her.
"Rally! No!" screams May, jerking the wheel hard to the right and out of the way of the cops.
Rally2 and the cop just glare at each other as they pass, the paint screeching as it is ripped off each cars. May lets go of the wheel and lets out a long sigh.
"May, don't you ever do that again!" scolds Rally2.
"I don't want to die Rally!" rages May.
"Then go back to playing with your Ken doll like a good little girl and leave me alone." Screams Rally2, angrily.
May is hurt by Rally2's remark, but as this is not the real Rally, she lets it pass.
"Rally what's wrong with you?" asked May, pretending to show concern for a friend. "Why are you so bitter all of a sudden?"
"Where have you been? Let's review shall we. First, there was Grey and that backstabbing lawyer whining about his daughter. Then Gray marks me for death. Next is Misty and her microfilm that brings that bitch Goldie into my life. She drugs me, fucks with my mind (and other parts of my body), and that's twice now that I've shot Roy and he lives. So now I'm a murdering, overdoser, with now license, no gunshop, and the entire Chicago Police Department on my ass." hollers Rally2. "Well no more. Everytime I help someone, I'm the one getting burned. I've been tailed, bugged, shot at, drugged, threaten and what have I got to show for it. It's time to play a new game."
"What game?" asked May, fearing the answer.
"Demolition and death." smiles Rally2 evilly.