Fast and the Furious: Diesel Queen
Chapter 8- Desperada
"Looks like your hauling days end here," said a voice I knew all too well, a Diplomatic Service agent as tall as a mountain and built like a tank. I showed no fear in my eyes as I was finishing up my morning coffee, "last I checked, you were an independent working out of Knightsen, and here you are now," he said, I smirked with a hand on my hip.
"I never thought I would see the day Toretto would hire a trucker rather than hijack one," he joked, and walked over to one of my rigs. I had just fixed the damage to the black and the copper Peterbilts from the last two runs with Letty, Han, Roman, and Tej, "look at this, what a beauty, it would be a real shame to see this thing impounded,"
"What do you want, Hobbs?" I asked, wanting to get to the point, "surely you have better things to do than go after lil' ol' me,"
"Little? You're hardly little, Lady Lioness, you're wanted in 29 states, I'm sure every California State Trooper wants to see your ass in jail," Hobbs informed me,
I didn't know my fanbase was that big, "Look, she's with us now, but I think we can cut a deal, we need her help to catch 'Crazy Horse', when the job's done, she's all yours," said Dom, I am not going to put up a fight with Hobbs. If this is where the story ends, and Hobbs goes home happy then so be it. Still, I want to help Dom's crew with this job. Hobbs sighed, and looked me back in the eyes. To one man among the crew, I was more than just a hired hand. And to Letty, we didn't start off well, but she's a friend.
"Deal, I'll help you catch Crazy Horse, but I get her when it's over," said Hobbs, I went over to my rigs knowing this maybe my last ride with them. We have been on many hauls, and made some recent memories in the sleeper with Roman. Yet all good things must come to an end. Ironically, I know I am hardly good and I am trying to change my ways. My record is lengthy from convoying to aggravated assault. Now I just added vehicular manslaughter to my record as I ran two trucks off the road, in self-defense.
"I'll miss you, Big Cat, by the way you still owe me," said Han, I knew he wouldn't let that go,
"Not anymore, I went to the bank to cash in a few checks from my last hauls, this should pay for it," I said, handing him an envelope, "in full,"
I saw Roman sitting on the gas tank, and walked over to him. He stood up, and put his hands on my shoulders, "You know, it's gonna be hard to kiss you from behind the glass," he joked, I lightly giggled, if this is to be my last ride, then I will wear something special. I wore my Muschigrell Silverette leather leggings, and a fitted black tanktop.
I lightly tilted my head as I went in to kiss him. His hands went from my shoulders, and slowly snaked down and lifted me up by my butt. I wrapped my thighs around his waist, and straddled him on the floor of the warehouse, "It doesn't have to end here, Roman," I said, caressing his cheek, "but if this is my last ride, I want you with me,"
"You can count on that," he said, I got off him and gave him a hand up. Behind every strong man is an equally strong woman, I believe that.
The fact that Roman can lift me is also testament to that in a physical way, "I know I can," I said with a light giggle,
It was time to go to work, "Now I've been tracking Crazy Horse's routes for weeks, he's been running along the coast from the north and into Mexico, and into the east," said Hobbs opening up a map, "if he's hauling in a black 1994 Kenworth that creates more problems, there are hundreds of those registered in the state, I hate going in blind," He said with a sigh of frustration. I know how he feels seeing that Crazy Horse tricked us by making us go after that Autocar AT64F. Then something else came up in my mind.
"It's not hard to disable any tracking device that most trucks have, he could be moonlighting," I explained to the crew, I wonder if I just added an extra blindfold over their eyes? No one said this was going to be easy, "if we're going to catch him, we need bait, now I know he knows what rigs I own, so he knows what to expect, that can work in our favor, I can be the bait," I said, and looked at Roman with a wink, "better yet, we'll be the bait, allons'y," with my Funtasma knee-high steel toes laced up, I was ready.
With two inch block heels, I think these are perfect to stick up where the sun doesn't shine on Kyle Cade, "I can't believe he played me like that," I said with a sigh,
"Hey, we'll get Crazy Horse, alright?" he said, placing a hand on my thigh, I smiled and held it. I flipped on the switches, and released the parking brake,
First I am the one being hijacked, and now I am taking part in a hijacking. My teal green 2000 Peterbilt 379 was out, and on the road. I was pulling a spread axle flatbed trailer, and rolling down I-15, "Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9, this is 'Lady Lioness' you got a copy on me, Dom? Come on back," I said into the CB, and shifted gears on my rig.
"10-4, no sign of 'Crazy Horse' on our end," radioed Dom, I like how the ground clearance on his ride is so low that he can switch lanes under my trailer as easy as playing a piano. I had my satellite tracker off so 'Crazy Horse' has to look for me the hard way. Knowing he has other truckers working under him, he's going to know what to expect.
"I'll tell you what, if we catch this guy, I might just reconsider locking you up," said Hobbs on his line,
"That's a big 10-4, I'll hold you to that, Monsieur Hobbs," I radioed back, and kept my eyes open for Crazy Horse,
The road seemed quiet with a few cars here, and there. If he couldn't kill me with his hired diesel, then I am thinking he is going to try and do the job himself. Suddenly, I saw another rig pulling up from behind me. It was a red Autocar AT64F, a beautiful sight on the road. When I crossed the border into Nevada with Roman as my co-pilot, things quickly went from beautiful to downright ugly. I was slammed into the side by the red rig, "Holy Christ in Heaven!" I yelled amid the grinding steel. He caught me off guard.
"Welcome to the Silver State, Ethinesikas!" yelled Crazy Horse out of his window. He went into to ram again, but I shifted gears and hit the brakes to slow down and hit in the back wheels. There was screaming and smoking tires on the highway, and I was holding onto the wheel with all I've got. I moved to the other lane to get a shot at his side, but he started shooting with a Remington 870, putting a few holes in my hood, and blowing out my window. Amid my panic, I had a few options on how to deal with this guy.
"Got any ideas?!" Roman yelled amid the flying glass, and me giving my rig everything she's got.
"Oui, we need to either shoot out his back wheels or his front, hopefully it will make him turn on his side," I replied, and dodged another shotgun round from his Remington, "we need him alive so he can talk," Crazy Horse came in, and rammed me in the rear of my trailer, "Roman! Load up the shotgun, I need for you to do some driving for me,"
(To Be Continued...)