The Art of Stealing Cars by Kara Tezla

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the Acceleracers Characters. although I wish I did And I do not own Trinity Wheeler and Co., those belong to Wings of Speed.

Summary: The Teku and the Metal Maniacs go to LA to race, but what happens when their cars start disappearing?

Author's Note: I am sorry that I haven't updated in a while. I went through a King Kong phase and I started a story for that and I was so excited... well, here's the chapter. I hope you like. OH! and Wings and I have started the Complexity of Revenge, which includes Trinity and Kara and them, but has absolutely nothing to do with our two stories other than that. Read! Read I say! If you like our stories, then you will like that one! I promise!

Chapter Nineteen: Awesome Doors and Much More!

"Mark!" Tyce ran up beside his friend. "Trinity found a way through the mines and the cameras to the door!"

"Great,"

"We better go now,"

"We will,"

Tyce sighed as he watched Mark rise to his feet slowly. "Now, Mark,"

Mark looked Tyce in the eye. "I'm coming,"

Tyce wiped a layer of sweat off of his forehead. They were in the mountains--it shouldn't be this hot! They both walked towards where Trinity was crouching.

"Nolo, Kurt, and Courtney have already made it across." She said; barely acknowledging their presence. "When I say go, run along the wall to the end and duck in the doorway where they're waiting."

"How--"

"Go!"

Mark yelped and ran along the wall; one hand brushing the gray concrete on his left. Trinity never even glanced at him because her eyes were focused on the cameras that swung slowly over the landscape.

"Ready?" She asked Tyce. Before he could reply, she shoved him along the wall. His hand caught on the edge and his face almost hit the wall. He soon was across and in the doorway, closely followed by Trinity.

"Now what?" Asked Kurt.

"Now, we break down this door."

"How?" Asked Mark. "There's barely enough room for us to stand, much less try and break down a door!"

"Well," Trinity said, "I think we're going to have to all look for some kind of device or keyhole. I don't think the Silencerz are going to pick their own locks to get into their own building. That would be pretty stupid."

"What's this?" Asked Tyce; bending over to the discomfort of the others.

"No, Tyce--!" Trinity started, but never got to finish her sentence. They all tumbled in the door as it slid open with a futuristic hiss.

To Trinity's surprise, no alarm went off or guards came to capture them.

"What was that, Tyce?" Asked Courtney, taking his hand as he pulled her up.

"I dunno," he shrugged as the door slid back shut. "But that door is pretty awesome."

Mark gave his companion a double take. "Tyce? 'The door is pretty awesome'? What kind of statement is that?"

"Well, it is!" Whined Tyce. "I mean, it has the air lock-tight thingy and it hisses! It's like something out of Star Trek or Star Wars! It's cool!"

"And only you would know that, Tyce," said Trinity; rolling her eyes. "Only you,"

Tyce slumped. "Can we get off the topic of me now? Where are we supposed to go? Does anybody know what we're doing?"

Everyone exchanged glances and slight shrugs.

"That's what I thought," mumbled Tyce.

"Well, there's only one way to go from here," Nolo interrupted. "That way," he nodded down the dimly lit corridor.

"Yup, he's right," Trinity admitted. "So, let's go!"

VVVVVVVVVV

Remee awoke to a slight tension in her chest. Her eyes blinked lazily as she tried to raise her head off of something warm, which she assumed was either Damian or Andrew. It felt like something was holding her chest so that only a little air could get through.

She had heard that asthma was similar to this; a tight constricting of the chest and lungs that prevented breathing, but she had never had it before. And the Silencerz would have never taken her if she had asthma.

Her head felt like it was full of heavy fog, so much so that it weighed her head down. Remee's vision was also blurry, and she could barely make out an empty chair through the darkness in front of her.

Remee tried to speak, but found that her mouth wouldn't move and her tongue was like lead. She could feel something in her brain that reminded her of a computer; so perfect in every way, not able to take an incorrect answer, and responding only to specific commands. The teenager felt as if she had to tell her eyes to blink, or her eyes would dry. She felt compelled to tell her lungs to take breaths of air every few seconds to keep from falling asleep once more.

She wanted to tell her hands to rub her eyes, but they seemed out of the reach of her brain power. In other words, she felt helpless.

VVVVVVVVVV

Kara's neck hurt. She didn't know how she had fallen asleep on the hard, cold, floor, but she did some way or another. She reached up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

The room was still almost completely dark, save for the small emergency light above the doorway. But Kara could immediately that something was horribly wrong. After a couple seconds of analyzing her surroundings, she concluded that whatever it was must not be so bad.

Kara yawned, or tried to yawn, at least, but found that she could not get all the usual air into her lungs. She panicked for a split second, bursting into a fit of loud and agitated wheezing. She forced herself to calm down and think. Her lungs took in less and less air until she could take a bigger breath without straining herself.

Something, she thought, is wrong here. What is it? Why can't I take a deep breath? What's happening?

There ya go. It was a wee bit shorter than the previous chapter, but I thought it would be a good place to stop. giggles I know you guys just absolutely love cliffies.

To the Reviewers!

wbwjcmichael: I don't know. I like mine baked or mashed, but I do think that Damian likes his potatoes as grease-soaked french fries! I agree about the food-annoying-Vert part. :D

firedragon: Yes, yes, he is! I love crazy!

Kawaii: I thought I reviewed! I'll check. If I haven't reviewed, I'll review. I promise!

Wings: I update now you update back! the lies continue to crumble, of course! I love random. My guy friend called me Mrs. Randomness when I wrote him a note.

The Phoenix dies: Uh... Boredom? And your English is NOT that bad. I know some guys whose fluent language is English that write worse than you!