Sweeper had been out the entire evening this time hanging out with Carlos chatting cars all the evening.
The clock ticked in at 2300 hours or 11 PM in whatever unit you preferred and the night was quiet.
Sweeper put his key in the door and twisted it before opening the door, just as he was about to step inside his house when his instinct told him to turn around.
As he turned around he saw a black 4 door sedan slow down a lot as it passed the house and what was coming out the rear window and the firing sound was dangerously familiar.

Sweeper's response to the threat was quick and Sweeper screamed out one word as he threw himself in through the entrance door.

"RPG!"

Sakura were working in the kitchen at the moment she heard Sweeper crash in through the door yelling something that would be very cryptic to her.
Unlike Sweeper, Sakura had never put her foot on the battlefield, and never even welded any proper firearm, sure those guns you find at the theme parks and such but never seen or heard a true weapon of war fire until now.
The rocket left the car and swooshed across the garden at incredible speed before crashing into the blue 98 Type RS and exploding in intense force.
As the FD was never engineered as a combat vehicle it didn't stand a chance against the massive explosion and it shredded the car in an instant as well as igniting the fuel onboard causing a lethal inferno with flying shrapnel.
Sweeper had dived inside and could hear the wall outside next to the stairway become peppered with pieces of glass, aluminum and shattered carbon fibre.
The particles may not have been big ones but they could have been lethal nevertheless as the explosion sent them flying through the air at insane speeds.
Sakura's reaction to the bang was dropping the plates she were holding and dived for the floor as parts of the car shattered the kitchen windows and rained in across the kitchen.

The entire event didn't last very long, but for Sakura and Sweeper it felt like minutes although it was just a second.
As Sweeper turned around to look out the door, all he saw was the trail of smoke from the RPG leading towards the black 4 door sedan that was now accelerating away extremely quickly.
Instinctive reaction for Sweeper was to reach inside his jacket and pull out the Czech pistol and prepare for a shot at the attacking car.
But he was too late, it was already out of range, and Sweeper were lacking the tools to reach out far enough as they were inside the house and running in to get something like a M-16A4 would be useless as the sedan would be gone by the time he got out again.

Sweeper shook his head and holstered the pistol and turned towards his FD.
The wreck that was in the driveway was not in any way resembling a 98 Type RS anymore, all the money and time Sweeper had spent with his car was all gone in an instant.
All he could do was watch the flames from the burning race gas consume the vehicle but that quickly stopped as he saw the kitchen windows were shattered and heard Sakura scream.

"Oh god!" Sweeper thought and ran inside as quickly as however humanly possible.

Sweeper crashed through the doors he could open and those that didn't open quickly enough were kicked off their hinges in a brutal soldier manner.
Nothing was going to delay the now terrified and angry mercenary from reaching his target, the kitchen door was the last barricade in Sweeper's way.
It was one of the doors that were closed and that Sweeper mistook for being locked and from Sakura's angle the door flew open so fast that she wondered if it was God himself that was walking through it.
On the floor Sakura were lying covering her head as the floor around her and Sakura were covered in glass and carbon fibre pieces.
However she had been lucky as the parts didn't carry much velocity so it was just minor wounds if any at all.

"You ok Sakura?" Sweeper asked.

"What the... What in GODS name was that?" Sakura managed to spit out as she got up attempting to remove the remaining pieces of shrapnel and glass from her body.

"Somebody decided to hold a barbeque party with my car as the grill! Using Russian hardware to make the transformation of course!" Sweeper said angrily.

"Better call the fire department and the police then." Sakura said and she went for the phone.

"Maybe an ambulance as well Sakura, just to make sure you are ok. I need to call someone as well, Carlos. I said I would go crusing with him this weekend, it doesn't look like that is going to happen now." Sweeper said angrily as he left the kitchen and fished out his cellphone and dialled the number.

On the other end a familiar voice picked up the phone.

"Hey Sweeper, why are you calling me now? Something wrong?" Carlos asked.

"Something is VERY wrong Carlos! We will have to cancel the plans for the weekend." Sweeper replied sounding angry.

"What is wrong Sweeper?" Carlos asked sounding suspicous.

"Some assholes who I never caught who, they were toasted my car with an RPG! The fire department and the police are on the way now though." Sweeper replied.

"SAY WHAT! Hang on." Carlos hung up abruptly.

"What the hell was that Carlos?" Sweeper said out loud as he looked at his cellphone before putting it back in his pocket.

Sweeper then went back to Sakura that had hung up after making the emergency call.
She was having a weird look in her face as Sweeper stood in the door that was pretty much totalled after Sweeper barging into the kitchen fearing that Sakura was hurt.

"Just what the hell was that and what the hell is this?" Sakura asked.

"I say we go out in the living room and talk about it. It is more comfortable and a bit away from the debris. The car is in no danger of igniting the house so we should be safe, neither will it explode anymore that it has allready." Sweeper said and turned around to begin walking towards the living room.

Sakura just shook her head and followed him before the two of them sat down on the couch around the table.

"Now answer my question JOHN!" Sakura said angrily.

"I cannot tell you who it was, because I do not know all that I saw was the recieving end of a RPG-7 and a black 4 door sedan that I could have sworn was a Toyota. The reason I shouted RPG in the hallway was an instinctive reaction and can usually be translated to take cover. But to be honest I was expecting that RPG to be targeted against me and not my car, so whoever did it had something else in mind." Sweeper replied calmly.

"Could it be the Yakuza that has come to take revenge upon you?" Sakura asked slightly calmer.

"That would be my first guess, I have yet to make up a 2nd and 3rd guess so I am sorry but that is all I know right now. As for who else would think of carrying out such an operation here against me I do not know. Sure there are quite a few corporations that wants me dead for several reasons but most of them wouldn't do it here in Japan and much less that close to our house." Sweeper replied.

"I have never heard a weapon or seen an explosion like that, let alone view it this close." Sakura said calmly.

"Yeah, this all feels like some really bad dream. Problem is I got that specific adrenaline rush withdrawal thingies so I know it is damn real. Too damn real." Sweeper replied calmly.

Sweeper arose from the couch then he went upstairs where he stayed for a while before he came down welding an ID card.
He went over to the couch and showed the ID to Sakura.

"When the police starts asking questions please refer to me by this name. I know it sounds way off but it is the best for both you and me and everyone else." Sweeper said.

"You want me to call you by this name? Not a problem, but I guess there was a lot of truth that there was quite a lot of dirt that came with your territory." Sakura said as she memorized the name.

The fire department arrived and so did a certain mexican crazy driver, although he arrived before the others due to his crazy driving.
Carlos ran up the stairs past all the debris and into the living room where he found Sweeper and Sakura.

"You really weren't joking! Your car is burning in the driveway... Are you two allright?" Carlos started off with an slightly shocked voice before he slowed down on the final part as he saw the internal door damage caused by Sweeper.

"It could have been much worse Carlos! Now hurry up over here, the cops will probably ask you a few questions too..." Sweeper started but was interrupted by Carlos.

"I know, I know that allready. Here is my current ID." Carlos said as he walked over to the two and slammed an ID card on the table.

"Well this is mine, get used to it." Sweeper said and presented Carlos with a similar card.

The two traded cards to have a closer look and studied them carefully.

"Laurence Taylor? Was that really your best effort?" Carlos asked as he viewed the card.

"What about you Marco Sanchez!" Sweeper replied.

"It is all about blending in with the crowd you know." Carlos said with a smile.

The two crazy drivers just laughed at each other, it was common procedure for them to go under false ID's.
However it was the classic man on the street false ID cards, if they decided to check up on them the details were really existing in the databases so they would not arise suspiscion at all.
That was why Sweeper and Carlos had managed to stay hidden from almost anybody that decided to look for them.
The police arrived and the two put their ID cards in the wallet and awaited the police to come in through the door.

Sweeper and Sakura played the shocked pair that had been hit by something really awful.
Carlos played the role as a friend of the victims fairly well.
Outside the fire department were on teh job of extinguishing the fire in the RX-7, it was a difficult job as race gas contained oxygen as well as fuel for it burn.
The police on the other hand were busy noting down the story of Marco and Laurence as well as Sakura Tanaka.
It was the same nevertheless, somebody had passed by in the street in a 4 door sedan, fired a rocket launcher at the car then driven off in great speed.
No details on the car or the weapon that had been used were given to the police, that was something Sweeper and Sakura were keeping to themselves.
The interviews kept on during the night before the police left, the fire department managed to extinguish the fire in the RX-7 but when Sweeper got out to view the car there was nothing worthy of salvage.

The body was all burned out, the carbon fibre were gone from the explosion what was left of aluminium on the frame was melted into weird shapes by the intense heat.
A look in the engine bay revealed reshaped rotor housings and something had clearly seen better days, it was now practically useless.
The interior was following the same story, it was gone and only some twisted pieces of aluminium remained here and there as well as some pools of melted plastic told the tale that once this was a car with proper interior.
The rear end of the car had suffered the majority of the damage as it was where the gas tank with the race gas was located and it was missing in fact the body of the RX-7 was gone like somebody had cut it in half.
The heat had been intense, the stones in the driveway carried marks of that as well as the grass on the lawn nearby.

"My car... It really is done for now." Sweeper said slowly as the fire department and police drove away.

"Don't worry Sweeper, I am sure we can find a new 98 Type RS for you." Carlos said while laying a hand on Sweeper's shoulder.

"I'll help you in the hunt, I'll call a few contacts and get a new 98 Type RS that you can enjoy, same color and at any mileage you want. HECK I am sure I can dig up one that is so damn new that it is nearly criminal." Sakura said in an effort to comfort Sweeper.

"It is not that easy, the World Cup begins in one month. I cannot get a competeable FD in 1 month and certainly not adjust myself to it although that is the LEAST of my problems." Sweeper said.

"I think I understand what you mean Sweeper." Carlos said as he recalled what the issue would be.

"Yes Carlos, I cannot get the 4WD differentials customized in time. Heck they will hardly have time to begin with the forging, then we got all the weight reduction work, the transmission, the rear differential that is a chapter for itself, the interior. EVERYTHING, it is going to take a long while to get such a car up and running again in the time allotted." Sweeper said with a sad expression.

"But is it all possible to recreate the same FD?" Sakura asked.

"Yes I can recreate it all right if I get a proper FD to use as base. But not within 1 month, it is just impossible, no matter how hard I try." Sweeper said.

"You were insured right?" Sakura asked.

"Of course I were, heck I insured it against almost ANY kind of incident I might get into. Even alien incursions to the vehicle it was insured against. Don't ask where or who made me chose such a full coverage policy." Sweeper replied to Sakura.

"Well if it is a problem with the World Cup 2007 season that will begin soon I got a few cars around that you can use. Heck if you want you can borrow my black R32 with 800 HP that I have stockpiled in the US. Although I have another car there that might interrest you." Carlos started.

"Nah, I got a vehicle I can use, but it is so unorthodox and the fact that it is an paradox deluxe. It goes against everything I have been saying and doing for the past few years." Sweeper started.

"I have told you and I will allways tell you this: You are a walking paradox, Sweeper." Carlos replied.

"You obviously do not believe me Carlos, let's book a flight ticket to Istanbul tomorrow and I will show you both what is so special and unorthodox about it." Sweeper said.

"DEAL!" The both of them replied together.

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Authors notes: Now this you hadn't suspected would happen now did you?
Well it is the beginning so to speak, Chapter 4 will reveal it all so if your curiosity is high you will definitly stay tuned.