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Here we go, the second chapter. Just know that I will try to explain everything I can and as for the cars as they appear I will let you know if I'm posting a pic on my Tumblr or not which is:
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2 Months later...
May 10th 13:05pm, Lima Expressway
The water of the bay glistened as a helicopter flew above it, the rush of air disrupting any peace it once held in the early afternoon sun. As the large vehicle continued on it's journey it headed straight for the large expansive highway that lead into the city of Lima. It joined the chase with two other copters as a single car weaved in and out of traffic followed by a large group of angry police cars.
The car in question, a pearlescent golden Nissan 350Z, shifted up another gear as it narrowly dodged a large lumber truck. The driver expertly weaved through three more cars, glancing up into her rear-view mirror and smiling when she saw the truck steer violently to the left and spill it's contents across the entire three lanes of the road. Two police cruisers crashed into the stopped truck whilst the rest managed to manoeuvre their way past the obstacle to continue with the chase.
Her focus back on the road, she just managed to avoid getting hit from the side by another waiting cop. Shaking her head she gripped the steering wheel tighter as she continued to gain speed and weave her way through traffic.
She had barely arrived in town for fifteen minutes when she was being chased by police. The last time she checked she wasn't wanted, her car was completely legal and she hadn't done anything wrong. However, the city's cops had decided to chase her on sight and unless she focused and managed to shake them she was in deep trouble.
She pressed her foot down on the accelerator pedal as far as it would go as she sped around the oncoming hard shoulder. Seeing the cops still on her tail in her rear-view she continued for a few moments before she pressed down on both red buttons that were placed on either side of the middle of her steering wheel.
The car shot past traffic at an alarming speed, other drivers wondering how she even managed to keep control of the vehicle that was probably travelling faster than the speed of a bullet. The Nos burned for a good few moments before it slowly wore off and the cops were still having a hard time keeping up.
Santana Lopez, the driver, laughed as their sirens got quieter and quieter before they were gone completely. She breathed in deeply and nearly missed the large police ram that had come out of nowhere. The bulky vehicle clipped the left side of her rear bumper and the car spun out of control. She grit her teeth as she managed to get the car to drift and as it spun a complete 180 degrees she threw it into reverse, her feet working quickly press the pedals down as if her life depended on it.
She was thrown forward in her race harness and she was never more glad she had racing seats strapping her in. She smirked at the ram that was heading straight for her, her foot slamming down on the accelerator as she proceeded to drive in reverse. Her car slowly gained speed as oncoming traffic dodged out of the way, the lane clear of any obstacles. A minute later she counted down the seconds before she slammed the brakes on, spinning the car around and hitting the accelerator once more.
The car flew through it's gears quickly as she worked the gear stick like it it was an extension of her body. By now the ram SUV had flown by her by she quickly gained on it as her car gained speed. Before the cop knew what was happening she had flown by it once more, the chase back on. On the police radio on her dash she could hear their radio chatter as she pulled away from them and weaved through traffic.
"This one's still moving. Requesting permission to take it off the road"
"Permission granted, take them down"
"Ok, moving in for a pit manoeuvre"
She watched in her rear-view as the SUV gained speed until it was right behind her. Knowing that it was close to taking her out she had a split second to think before it clipped her bumper once again. She swerved violently to the right and broke the other cars lock on her, causing it to swerve as it's driver lost a little of it's control. She knew that if she kept going it would just do the same thing so she let it gain on her until she was beside it.
She glanced over briefly to see the cop behind the wheel look straight back at her. Her eyes back on the road she swerved to the left, her car crashing into the other. The SUV lost control once more but quickly regained it as they swerved and dodged more oncoming traffic. Not giving up that easy she rammed into it the second she had overtaken a green minivan. The SUV swerved again and hit into the high wall that was separating both side of the highway. Taking this as her chance to finish him off she swerved again more violently and this time it worked, the ram seemingly flipping over and causing oncoming traffic to crash into it.
She laughed as she watched it disappear in her rear-view mirror and smiled as she continued weaving through traffic. She would probably have to fix the paint work later but the thrill of taking out a large police vehicle was doing a pretty good job justifying the trade in paint.
Before she could celebrate further she found herself rolling to a stop as she seemingly hit something. When she realised what had happened various cruisers and cops on foot were swarming around her car with guns pointed at her. She'd hit a set of spike strips.
"Take the keys out of the ignition and step out of the car now!" An officer nearby yelled.
All she could do was wince. "Shit"
"With all due respect, none of my missions have ever failed."
"That may be, Miss July, but that doesn't change the fact that this is a dangerous game you're playing. The driver you wanted put fifteen of my men in the hospital this afternoon alone. What makes her so worth the trouble to you?"
"That's unfortunate but she managed to escape everything you threw at her."
"The only reason you have her is because she hit spike strips, Miss July. What makes you think that she wouldn't have gotten away and done this all over again?"
"Please, just giver her a chance. I know she's the one. I've been following her for months"
Roz Washington rubbed her temples. "Are you sure you can do this? That she's even worth all the trouble you put me and my department through today?"
Cassandra nodded. "Yes she-"
A knock on the glass door signalled the arrival of said driver. "Let her in" Roz called.
A few moments later a uniform pulled Santana in by the arm and sat her down in the chair at the far end of the conference room glass desk. Roz tipped her head at the uniform and they left, leaving the three woman on their own.
"Miss Lopez, a pleasure we could finally meet. I'm Roz Washington and this is FBI agent Cassandra July." The chief of police smiled, her hands clasping together over the top of the desk.
"Why am I here?"
"That answer is very simple" Cassandra said from her place standing beside Roz.
"Then why don't you tell me why I was arrested for doing nothing wrong?"
"I need a driver"
"Why?"
"I've been following you for two months, Miss Lopez, and let me say I'm impressed. I know you were born here but you left when your grandmother disowned you after raising you your entire life after your mother left. I also know that you just arrived back after eight years, meaning you were nineteen when you left. I've watched you race, you're quite the driver you know. You win every one of your races and you drive with precision"
"So, what's that got to do with anything?"
Cassandra walked up to her, her heels clicking along the floor on the way. She placed both her hands on the table and leant forward. "Today proved that you can handle anything thrown your way and you're just the person I've been looking for my operation. That SUV stunt was quite impressive"
"And dangerous" Roz added from her place at the opposite end of the table.
The tall blonde rolled her eyes. "Even so, you're perfect. I want you as my driver and the only way was to bring you in"
"What do you want me to do?"
"Become a wheelman. I need you to go undercover"
"And what if I refuse?"
"You won't when you hear what I can offer you"
"And what might that be?"
"Your record wiped clean. I know you have a few arrests for boosting cars and illegal street racing when you were a teenager, here and out of town. I'm offering to give you a clean slate if you help me"
"What do I have to do?"
"You'll work with me to bring down Noah Puckerman, or better known as 'Puck' on the streets. He's the leader of a local street racing crew that have been causing trouble in the city. My job is to bring them down but I need a driver on the inside to do so. That means you'll need to join a rival crew."
"Is that all?"
"No, he's been suspected of three attempted truck hijackings and black market car part exchanges. He's also becoming more of a problem every day for the police department. We need to end his reign of terror once and for all"
"Do I have a choice?"
"No. It's either this or face the repercussions of your actions today out on the expressway. Your choice"
Santana sighed. "My record will be clean?"
Cassandra nodded as she stood up fully. "Your record will be clean"
"What about my car?"
"What about it?"
"I'm gonna need the keys if I'm gonna drive"
Roz stood up and walked over so that she was standing next to Cassandra. "I'm sorry Miss Lopez but we won't be giving you the keys back to your car any time soon"
"Why not?"
"Because you need to start from the bottom and work your way up if you're going to get in" Cassandra said.
"But I put thousands of dollars and hours into that car! I can't just start over!"
The blonde shook her head. "I'm afraid that's the way it has to go. Instead I'm going to be taking you to the local impound lot. There you can pick out a car and I'll work on getting you in."
Santana sighed. "Fine, but I want my car back when this is over"
20 Minutes later and they had arrived at the local impound lot. Cassandra unlocked the main gate and led Santana inside, her four inch heels clicking along the concrete as she led the Latina further into medium sized open-aired parking lot. The blonde shook her head as Santana's eyes bulged at some of the cars.
"You're car will be in here by the end of the day. Don't worry, me and Miss Washington will make sure that no one is allowed to take it but you."
"Thanks...I guess"
"Here, this is where we keep the impounded street racers. I've picked out three so all you have to do is choose one"
"This is all the choice I get?" Santana asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Take it or leave it Miss Lopez."
The Latina sighed, dropping her duffel bag of clothes onto the floor. "Then I guess I'm gonna have to make do"
Cassandra stepped back and watched as she inspected each of the three cars. The first was the green Nissan 240SX. Santana laughed as she peered in the window.
"This is busted and even though my last car was a Nissan there's no way I'm driving this car even if it was in good condition. Next"
The FBI agent crossed her arms and watched as the Latina moved onto the next car, a red Mazda RX8. Santana knelt down in front of it and inspected the bumper. "What the hell happened to this?"
"Crashed into a cruiser when we were taking in the driver. It came in like this. Consider yourself lucky that all you got was popped tires."
Santana nodded in acknowledgement and stood up. "Anyway, even if I did fix it up it's not powerful enough. It's too girly for me anyway" Cassandra let out a laugh from behind her. "What's so funny?" The Latina asked in confusion.
"'Too girly'?"
She cracked a smile in response and shrugged. "I'm a street racer Miss July, I'm not as 'soft' as you may think. I like my cars with a little bit of style and power behind them."
"This one has style"
"That may be but it's not my kind of car. I like something with a bit more aggression. I'm not afraid to trade paint if I have to"
"As we found out today"
"Exactly, and that's why I'm not picking this car"
Cassandra nodded and watched as the Latina turned back to the last car, a mint green Toyota supra with a basic body kit. Santana moved in closer to get a better look and used her hand to wipe some of the dust from the windscreen. She smiled when she examined the interior and then moved around the rest of the car. She nodded her head as she walked back to where Cassandra was waiting.
"I'll take this one"
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yeah"
"Well then Miss Lopez, this is where we start." She reached into her pocket and threw the Latina the keys and the pink slips.
Santana unlocked the car and threw her duffel bag onto the passenger seat before standing with the door open. "What now?"
"I'll get you in, all you have to do is drive."
Santana spent a week working on the car. She made sure everything was in good working order and left the body and paint as it was until she actually made enough money to upgrade. In the meantime she was staying in a local motel as she had planned to do before she had gotten into this mess.
She was thrown into an undercover operation with no experience and knowledge of exactly what she was supposed to be doing. She had only come back to visit her grandmother who had called her telling her that she needed her and was willing to accept her for who she was, the reason being that they were all the family they had left except for her mother who she had no idea where she was. Not that she really cared. She never got a chance to really know her anyway, she left before she was old enough to remember.
This city always seemed to cause trouble for her and she had done things she wasn't proud of, another one of the reasons why she left. It was choking the life out of her and she needed to get out and experience the world for herself without the baggage of her past weighing on her shoulders and everything reminding her of why she was so depressed all the time.
Now all she knew was that she had a chance to change that at the expense of her car and most of her free will. If there was one thing she had learnt from undercover operations on TV was that she was told where to go and what to do and she had to report back to Cassandra regularly.
When she left Puck was a local everyday street racer that wasn't anything special. Now she guessed that he had made his way up the local racing totem pole and was on top. If so, she hated to think what he was doing to be the most wanted. She just knew that she had to take him out and if she had to face him then so be it.
She was broken out of her thoughts when her phone rung beside her. She grabbed it and slid her finger across the screen to unlock and answer. "Hello?"
"Santana, it's Cassandra. I have something for you"
"Ok, what is it?"
"There's a race tomorrow at 9pm. It's downtown. It's for local street racers looking to make a name for themselves, just like you. This is the best chance for you to get spotted. Sometimes local crew leaders appear from time to time to look out for new talent. You win that race and we're in"
"Ok, text me the location"
"I will. Is you're car in order?"
"Yeah, I guess so. It's as good as it's going to get and if this race is for low level drivers I'm not gonna have a problem"
"Good to hear it. I will text you the location. Bye"
"Bye"
Santana shook her head as they both hung up. She was really in deep now.
Music thumped loudly through large trunk speakers as Santana pulled up at the location of the race. They were meeting in a back alley downtown and then driving to the race start. She reversed into an empty space and hopped out of the car, walking out and resting up against the hood. The Supra looked as good as it was going to get before she made some cash and she just hoped that nobody recognized it before she had a chance to change the styling. The last thing she needed were people asking questions about where she got so and so's car.
Her foot tapped against the floor unconsciously to a nearby hip-hop beat as she scanned the crowd for Puck who Cassandra had sent a picture of along with the race location. A distinctive barely-there hair cut and scruffy short facial hair was what she was looking for but hadn't found yet. She hoped she could get a look at him before the race started, that was if he even decided to show up at all.
She was broken out of her thoughts by a tap on the shoulder and a pre-offered hand. "Hi, I'm Blaine"
"Uh, hi" She replied back awkwardly, shaking his hand.
"Are you new here?"
"Uh, yeah. I'm Santana. I just got into town a week ago"
"Are you looking to race?" He asked, smiling at her.
"That's the plan"
"Nice car"
Santana glanced down at the car she was half sitting-half leaning on. "Thanks"
"Letty and her crew should be here in a few minutes, they're holding the race winnings tonight."
"Cool. Umm, do you know if Puck's gonna be here tonight?"
"Puck? Yeah. We're lucky that both of them are coming tonight. Sometimes it's either one or the other or none at all. I guess that's lucky for you, huh?"
"I guess so"
"Ok well I'm gonna go see what my boyfriend is up to but I will be watching out for you in the race"
Santana nodded and watched him walk away towards a skinny brunette man with what looked like a fashioned quiff of a hairstyle. Shaking her head she went back to scanning the crowd and it was then that she heard someone clap their hands together.
"Oh shit, Letty's here!"
Everybody's gazes seemed to drift towards the oncoming group of cars that were pulling up. Headed by a matt black Plymouth Hemi Cuda were a black and yellow Skyline, a black Ford GT and a Nissan 350Z much like the one Santana had spent years building up from scratch except this one was raven black.
The Plymouth stopped in the middle of the large alleyway and a Latina with black hair and tanned skin stepped out, a petite brunette exiting the passenger side. Cassandra provided commentary in her earpiece, a camera also hidden in the pocket of the blue plaid shirt she was wearing.
"Letty Ortiz, leader of one of the local race crews. Not as violent as Puck but you don't want to cross her in a race. She's our best bet of joining a crew so impress her and you might just be in her good books. Her passenger; her girlfriend Mia Toretto. She handles the crews day-to-day operations but isn't a serious driver, does it for fun. Don't cross her or you'll have to answer to Letty."
Santana then watched as two blondes exited the Ford GT, Cassandra continuing to provide commentary.
"The driver is Dani Harper. Lazy, laid back attitude as if she doesn't care but from what I've heard on the street she's your go-to woman if you need a hard course tackling. Her passenger is Brittany S. Pierce. She's not an official member of Letty's crew but she drives every now and again for fun. She's not crucial to the operation but the crew keep her close."
Santana's gaze drifted to the woman known as Brittany and she could swear that her heart skipped a beat, as cheesy as it sounded. For those few moments it seemed as if the entire world slowed down and blocked out. The way that her hair fell down over her shoulders in waves matched with a bubbly smile next to such an exotic car was enough to make the Latina go weak in the knees. She couldn't quite make out her eyes but they fit perfectly on her face and from what she could just make out they were crystal blue. In Cassandra's books she wasn't anything to take note of but Santana begged to differ. Before she could ponder on the mysterious blonde any longer Cassandra was yelling at her through the earpiece.
"Santana!"
"Sorry, what?"
"Turn your attentions to the women exiting the Skyline" Santana did as she was told as she tried to focus back on what Cassandra was talking about. Another blonde exited the vehicle along with a small brunette. "The blonde is Quinn Fabray. Local body kit expert and quiet. One of Letty's trusted crew members and has been with her ever since the crew started. Definitely one to watch. Her passenger is Rachel Berry. Letty's adoptive sister and long standing crew member you definitely don't to cross her either or else you'll have to answer to Letty. Turn your attentions to black Nissan." Santana panned the camera over to the last car. The last to get out was a short Asian woman and a slightly taller but skinny brunette.
"The driver is Tina Cohen-Chang. Serious racer and one of the best scouts in the city. Definitely trusted by Letty and has been a part of the crew as long as Quinn. She's been racing since before she got her licence, much like her girlfriend who is her passenger, Marley Rose. Known to have a little bit of a cocky attitude when racing she definitely lives up to it. Don't cross her or else you're gonna have problems with Tina. For now that's all you need to know about her crew."
Santana watched as everybody seemed to gather around them, a loud roar of an engine alerting everybody to the arrival of what seemed to be another crew. She stood up from her car and stepped in closer and watched as a black Dodge Charger RT pulled up on the opposite end of the alleyway.
It was followed by a yellow Aston Martin DB9, a yellow Chevrolet Corvette ZO6, a money green Ford Mustang GT and a charcoal grey Shelby GT500. When Puck stepped out of the Charger Santana knew that things were about to get started.
"There's your mark, Noah Puckerman. The guy behind him is his second-in-command Brody Weston, the driver of the Corvette. Known player, he's someone trying very hard to be a someone. Definitely someone to watch when you cross his path as he's not afraid to trade paint to get ahead, much like Puck. The person stepping out of the green Ford Mustang is Rory Flanagan. The lowest member of the crew he tries very hard to be known but hasn't yet found a way to do so. He also seems to have an obsession with Brittany. Not a serious racer which means he's not really anything important to focus on as we get deeper. The yellow DB9 is driven by local rich boy Sam Evans. A selfish attitude he's one to watch when we focus on taking out Puck's crew. His passenger is girlfriend Mercedes Jones. Spoilt like her boyfriend she has it out for Letty's crew and hates whenever she's beaten, definitely adds to the short temper she seems to have when it comes to anything, especially driving. The last person, who has just stepped out of the Shelby is Jake Puckerman, Puck's younger half-brother. He's quiet but he's definitely one to watch. For now focus on Puck's interactions with Letty."
"Let's get this shit started!" Puck yelled, rallying the crowd.
Letty shook her head. "Save it Puckerman. Let's get down to business" The man just smirked in response as he walked up to her and her crew, his own following behind him. "Ok, so now that we're all here can I see all the drivers? Six limit."
Santana stepped up and waited for a response. "So you all know how this goes. You hand over your pink slips and whoever wins gets a choice from the losers. You also get a 15k bank if you win. Who's in?"
Santana raised her hand along with a few others and when Letty had confirmed it she held up a few rolls of money. "My girlfriend Mia will be holding the winnings and my girl Quinn here will place camera's on the dashboard of your car so we can watch. I'll be waiting at the finish line and you'll also have the race coordinates downloaded to your GPS. You ready?" With a round of nods she smiled. "Then let's get ready to race. Quinn will come around and give you a camera in exchange for your pink slips. On my word we move out."
Santana waited patiently for her turn until the blonde who had stepped out of the yellow skyline walked over to her, a camera in hand. "Here, pink slip"
Santana did as she was told and pulled out the pink slip for the Supra from her back pocket. She handed it to Quinn who handed it to the brunette known as Rachel. Santana watched as she took it over to Letty who examined it, the other Latina looking up and over at her before looking back at the documents. A few moments later Quinn was done.
"There. The camera is installed and the GPS coordinates have been put in. I'll see you at the finish line"
Santana nodded and watched as the blonde moved onto the final racer. All she had to do now was wait for Letty's command. It wasn't long before she signalled everybody to move out and Santana slid into her car, strapping herself into the race harness and firing it up. She pulled out and made her way to the race start.
20 Minutes later and she had lined herself up with the other cars all the way on the end, watching as two scantily clad girls marked out the start line with red spray paint. Taking this time to prepare herself she made sure her iPod was connected to the basic stereo system and started pumping music throughout the car. She gripped the steering wheel tightly and waited for the start of the race.
A knock on her window brought her out of her thoughts. When she rolled it down she was confronted by another barely dressed race girl, a red head who had no problems showing off her cleavage.
"Hey baby" She purred.
Santana tried hard not to roll her eyes at the girl. "Hi. Can I help you?"
"Maybe you can" She purred back, resting her arms on the window and making sure to give Santana ample view of her cleavage.
"I don't think so"
"Are you not into girls?"
Santana sighed. "I only sleep with women but I'm not down for one night stands with race girls any more. No lo hago de todos modos pelirrojas."
Before the girl could react Santana had already started rolling up her window. Sure, she'd had her fair share of one night stands with many a race girl but it had grown old and now she didn't much care, she only really did it when she really needed to release tension from the crazy thing she called her life. She was better on her own and for now that was good enough for her.
"Ok, we're good to go!" Blaine said through his walkie talkie. "The cops are responding to a liquor store robbery on the other side of town so we're clear"
"Good, start the race" Letty replied. Blaine responded with and 'ok' and he stepped into the middle of the group of racers whilst pulling a white bandanna from the back of his jeans.
He glanced over at Santana first and nodded, the Latina replying by nodding along with a rev of her engine. The process was repeated by the five remaining racers and seconds later the flag was lowered, the group rushing off the start line to the crowd cheering.
The other cars pulled in front in the rush but the first turn was a hairpin. She braked into the turn and kept her car tight to the bend, speeding up as she came out and gaining first place. She smiled as she shifted up a gear and easily handled the next corner which was a wide turn. She shifted up another gear as she pulled even further ahead, managing to dodge any oncoming traffic. She weaved in and out of vehicles coming from both sides and sped into a tunnel that lead to another district of the city, her GPS guiding her the entire way. She was then thrown into what seemed to be Chinatown. People watched through her dashboard camera as she braked into a 90 degree right turn and sped out, only managing to just dodge an oncoming bus.
The bus pressed down hardly on it's horn as Santana watched it disappear in her rear view mirror. Moments later as she easily sped around a wide half circle of a turn she saw one of the other racers, a blue Skyline, pull up dangerously close behind her. It sped up and matched her speed, staying next to her as they pulled around another hairpin turn. It wasn't until an oncoming minivan forced her to harshly swerve to the left, throwing her into a side alley which took her up higher than the main road. She watched as the Skyline pulled ahead of her and she knew she had to get back down onto the road if she was gonna win.
"GPS Re-routing. Take the next left available"
Santana ignored the annoying piece of equipment and saw a construction site up ahead. Watching the Skyline dodge traffic ahead of her she knew timing had to be everything. Up ahead the short-cut took a harsh left along with the route below and she watched the skyline handle it perfectly before taking off ahead once more. Seeing the construction site get closer and closer she sped up. With another gear shift her time had run out and she turned the car harshly to the right, causing her to fly out and back onto the road.
The people watching the race through the dashboard cameras of both cars watched as Santana's Supra flew out over the top of the Skyline and back onto the road. Sparks flew as her front bumper connected with the tarmac but she managed to keep it in a semi-drift state as she regained control, the car sliding around the 90 degree right turn up ahead. The driver in the Skyline yelled in frustration as she seemingly started to pull away once more, the crowd watching and cheering at the heroic driving move she had just managed to pull off.
"Wooooo! Yes!" She cheered as she handled another right turn.
She quickly advanced to another, this time a left hand 90 degree turn. It was then a straight stretch through a darkened tunnel that led to the next district. She handled the circular turn at a slower speed, maintaining control as she then turned left onto the main road according to her GPS.
She handled the next few turns with ease as she progressed into the heart of the casino district. The other racers were hot in her tail as they weaved through the various traffic in their way and when she glanced at the GPS screen next to her she knew they were coming up on the last leg of the race.
The Skyline came up next to her as they handled the last major turn and it barely pulled ahead of her before pressing the Nos button increasing it's speed.
"Take one right turn before you reach your destination."
When she glanced at the screen of her GPS she knew it was now or never and if she didn't win she would blow one of her only chances to get in good with the local crew leaders and she was damned if she let that Skyline win.
They were coming up on the final turn and just as she was about to speed through it she saw the Skyline dodge an oncoming pick-up truck. In a split second she used her most valuable trick. The crowd up ahead watched on their screens and the road as Santana used the momentum of the turn to drift around until she was facing the way she had just come.
As she quickly slammed her car into reverse she smiled at how easily it had slid into it's current position. Oh yes, she was definitely glad she had picked this car. The crowd's jaws all dropped as she sped in reverse towards the quickly approaching finish line and just as the driver in the Skyline thought he was going to win she had pressed her own Nos button, the gas igniting and propelling her across the red spray painted line that marked the end of the race.
As soon as her rear bumper crossed the line people had started cheering and she hit the brakes, using the steering wheel to spin the car around so that it was facing the right way and coming to a complete stop. That was when the entire crowd started surrounding her car as the smoke from her stop started clearing.
The people closest to her started shaking her hand and congratulating her excitedly. They soon moved to the side as Letty approached, her crew following behind.
"Good race. Nice move at the end there" Letty smiled, offering her hand to the younger Latina.
Santana smiled back, shaking the offered hand. "Thanks."
Letty never took her eyes of Santana as she called behind her. "Mia! The race winnings"
Mia smiled as she walked up to them and stood next to her girlfriend, grinning as she handed over the winnings to Santana. "15k, nice race"
"Thanks"
"Now you have the choice of pink slips" Letty said, holding up the mentioned items. Santana briefly considered taking the Skyline but decided against it, shaking her head.
"No thanks, I'd rather just take the cash." She replied as she took the camera off her dashboard and handed it to the crew leader.
"You sure about that?" Letty asked.
Santana nodded. "Yep. I think I'm gonna keep this car" She smiled, tapping the roof of the Supra.
"Ok then. Good job tonight. Keep making an impression on me and I might just invite you to race with us. That cool with you?"
"Yeah, thanks"
"Hey, nice race. I've got my eye on you." Puck smirked as he walked over.
Letty rolled her eyes. "Save it Puckerman"
"Why? She's not part of a crew, yet" He grinned, turning to Santana. "I've got my eye on you. Cool move at the end there."
"Thanks" Santana smiled awkwardly and he sloppily saluted her with a smirk on his face before turning around and walking away.
"See you later Ortiz"
Letty once again rolled her eyes, this time at the use of her second name and turned to Santana once more. "Do me a favour, don't let him get to you. He's an asshole"
"I will"
"Good. Let's move out before the cops arrive. See you around Santana"
"Yeah, see you around."
Santana slid back into her car and placed the money in her glove compartment before starting it up and driving off. It was then that Cassandra spoke through her earpiece.
"Nice work, that was quite the début race. Now we're in and you've impressed Letty. Keep working on getting close to her and you'll be in the perfect position to start taking down Puck and his crew. I'll let you know of the next race but in the meantime use that money to start improving your car. You'll definitely need it if you're going to make your way up the racing totem pole. Good luck Santana."
TBC
If you go over to my Tumblr: shinodafan94 . Tumblr . Com - I will post pics of the crew's cars as they appear soon so you have a visual.