January 2009

I wake up with a major pain in my neck "aaah fuck… this seats gonna break my neck "I pick up my phone to see Mia texted me earlier. I call her. "Hey", "hey". "Listen I found a guy who might be able to help us out, I've planned the whole thing just bring a bottle of NOS and we should be set." I say "I don't know what you're planning but I trust you" she replied. "Alright bye" with that I pull the phone from my ear and disconnect. I roll my neck around before rubbing it with my hand." Sonuvabitch seat".

I cruise in downtown into a parking lot near century square. The city was surprisingly empty. I park and see Mia talking to Rog in front of the GTO. I park my car and step out. Rog was wearing a vest with a black leather jacket. "Your late" he says to me "fashionably" I reply." I'll take it you've introduced yourselves?" "Yeah… but you mind telling me why the hell you called me here?" "Mia here lost her car, thanks to her own genius idea, hell were lucky we got the hell outta there. I've come up with a plan so stupid… it might actually work, let's go, I'll tell you on the way".

We were standing outside the impound lot. "So were really doin this shit huh?" Rog says. "Yeah…" I reply. We walk back to our cars. After sitting down, with Mia riding shotgun, I talk to Rog "alright the heats up on the beamer so Rog you distract them in it and get away while me and Mia get the car, questions?" "This seat is shit…" he replied. "Well you're not lying there" I mutter to myself. "Alright rog you're up". Instantly the M3 launched towards the front gate leaving behind a massive cloud. After the cloud cleared up, we saw that Rog pulled the e-brake and started doughnuting in front of the gates. Two men ran outside the booth and quickly got themselves into their cruiser and sped off after rog. "Yo Ace I hope you didn't send me on a suicide mission". "Don't worry, they'll wreck themselves". "What makes you so sure?" " alright I had Mia bring a bottle of NOS, and what both of you don't know, it's currently leaking in their car, nitrous oxide is also notorious for being a laughing gas, they'll call in for back up but I doubt the RPD will understand or believe them". Mia started laughing rog replied "you know your one smartass son of a bitch Ace" "guilty as charged" I said as I chuckled and hung up. "That was a smart idea" mia said to me "yeah let's hope they don't light a fire" I replied as I drove right into the impound. "I think it'd be better if park the car here and look for the Mazda on foot" I recommended. "Alright". We both got out the car and started walking. We came up to some old muscle (my personal favourite) , low-riders, tuners and as you could imagine, ricers typically consisting Peugeots with insane negative camber, ugly Acura RSX's which have been seriously lowered and who could forget the infamous Honda civic complete with gold spinners." I see a lot of you Rockport guys like spend your cash on ugly as fuck kits, instead of under the hood" "yeah there are a lot kids in their ricers but there are some serious racers here too, the blacklist are the best in the state and there's no doubt about it Mia stopped walking to look at an old navy blue 60s impala. "Mia…" she stared at it for a few seconds. "Huh" she asked. "Let's go we don't have a lot of time" "sorry". We walked around a corner to see the metallic red RX-8. "There she is" I say. "So how do we open it? Do want me…" SMASH! I elbowed and shattered the window, setting of the alarm. I open the door from the inside sit down on the seat and open the panel under the steering and rip and wire that turns off the alarm I connect two others to bring the turbocharged rotary engine to life again "all yours" I say to Mia as I jump out of the tuned monster and let Mia in "tell Rog to meet me at the park." "Kay, you need a ride?" she offered. "Nah I gotta drop off rog car so…" "Alright, see ya tomorrow" I start walking away. She drives up to me and says "takes guts going up against the whole blacklist" "thanks but its only Razor I'm after, that Irish asshole needs an ass kicking" "how'd ya know he Irish?" "His surname, Callaghan, I spent a year in Ireland when I was 13. Why I did is a story for another day" "well thanks for helping me get this back". "Pleasure was all mine". She drove off with slight hum of the import. I pull out a Marlboro and light it up as I walk back to the GTO. As I sit in it, I recall that night… when these things showed up everywhere and my life turned for the worst, when I thought that I finally won at life, everything fucked up… Someone narced and once I go back I'm gonna find him. But not yet I have a few more things to do I'm gonna clear our names, mine and Raymond's. I fall into such a deep thought that my cigarette ash fall onto my blue jeans. "Ah fuck". I open the door and wipe it off with the back of my left hand. I turn the ignition and give it a single rev before gently driving off in the red Pontiac.

I park next to the water tower at the park where I see my German beauty and Rog sitting in it. He gets out as I park in front of the pride of Bavaria Motor Works (BMW). "Took you long enough Rhodes" "sorry about that, I'm hoping the cops didn't cause too much of a problem and that my cars alright say "nah I pulled a hard turn and that was the last I saw of them" "ah-ight good to know, good to know…" There was an awkward silence for a brief moment. Rog finally broke the silence "Listen I don't fully trust that chick Mia it looks like there's a lot more to her than meets the eye, she definitely hiding some deep secrets". "Trust me man she's cool we don't know much about her, but she's on our side" I reassure Rog. "I guess if you say so". "Listen though, that was cool of you, being the decoy for a guy you just met the day and not to mention, sit in a seat like that" we both laughed at that one. "I really appreciate it, not everyone pulls shit like that". "Thanks" he replied. We were walking back to our cars "oh wait keys" I recall. I simultaneously toss the keys of the GTO from my left hand while receiving my keys in the right that was level to my head as Rog did the same. As we were about to leave rog says to me "kick that bastard's ass tomorrow and his crew". "Gladly"

Rhodes notes:

Hey guys sorry about the late upload, guess I got a bit bored of writing, I can never asked to do something, but when I do, I do shitloads of it, also it has come to my consideration that my chapters are too short and I will do my very best to make them longer. I watched fast 4 to help me with the impound scene and I'm sure that it's still crap, idk you guys decide and last thing, yes I have lived 6 months in Ireland but have intention of staying for much longer and yes I am British but am of Asian descent, but not Japanese or Chinese or Arab, well sort of Arab but not filthy rich.

C'ya next time