Kira walked through the diverse crowd in complete awe. She'd heard rumors about the street racing down on West Avenue before and curiosity got the best of her, so here she was, in the middle of a throng of people, tricked out cars to her left and right. She knew it was illegal and she knew she shouldn't be there at all, but she couldn't help but feel a bit of a thrill knowing that it was dangerous.
As she walked through the crowd she yelped with a random stranger grabbed her ass, "Hello pretty darling, what brings you here tonight?" the guy asked with a smirk.
"Curiosity, and don't ever grab my ass again," Kira said with a glare, this time a chill running down her spine as she gazed angrily up at the man towering over her.
"Well darling, you know what they say about curiosity killing the cat," he said with a smirk as he moved towards her.
"Satisfaction brought her back," a new voice with a distinct Australian accent said from behind her. "Now leave her alone, or you'll be dealing with me," it continued in a clear 'don't mess with me' tone.
The man turned tail and left quickly and Kira turned around to thank her savior and gasped, "Kat!" she exclaimed in shock.
Kat looked down at her and her eyes got wide, "Kira! What are you doing here? Tommy would flip!"
"I got curious… I heard about the races from a few of my dorm-mates, I had to check them out," Kira told her. "That doesn't explain what YOU are doing here though," she asked taking in her older predecessor.
"I race here," Kat said pointing to her car, a bright pink Civic with white detailing.
"Do the others know?" was the first question that popped into Kira's mind, and out of her mouth.
Kat laughed, "No… God no," she told her. "Adam would kill me, Tommy would lose his mind, need I go on?" She asked with a smile. "They still think I teach ballet."
Kira laughed and shook her head, "No, but I still can't believe that out of all of you…"
"You could never see me as one to fall onto the other side of the tracks?" Kat said laughing.
"Pretty much," Kira replied. "Are you racing tonight?" she asked her.
Kat nodded, "Yeah… in about a half hour, if you're gonna stick around, stay by me tonight, I'll keep you safe," she said and put her arm around her. "And I'll tell you all about how I went from a ballerina with a blown out knee, to a street racer."
Twenty minutes later Kira was leaning against Kat's car, a beer in her hand and laughing. "Wait… so you were dating a racer and you realized he was a completely awful driver and thought…"
"That I could race circles around him, I did have the Turbo powers for a while, that type of driving sticks with you even after all these years," Kat said with a laugh. "So… I went out and bought a Civic, tricked her out and started to race. The speed is seriously addicting."
"Now you've got me wanting to try it," Kira said with a smile.
"Oh lordy, Tommy is gonna kill me for planting thoughts into your head," Kat said with half laugh, half groan.
"Dr. O would totally freak out," Kira admitted and looked at her watch. "It's almost time for your race," she told her.
"I know. I have to get my car to the line, wish me luck," Kat said as Kira moved away from her car and she got into it.
"Good luck!" Kira called to her as she drove up to the starting line.
Kat paid her 2 grand buy in and lined her car up with three others. She gripped the steering wheel with both hands and looked at her competitors; this one was in the bag. On the signal she quickly shifted into gear and peeled away from the starting line, taking her time and anticipating her opponents' moves.
Kira watched in awe as all four cars sped off, she couldn't believe how the events of the night were going. First she gets accosted by some loser, and rescued by a fellow ranger, only to be watching said ranger in a street race. "What a night…" she said with a giggle as she finished her beer.
Kat was neck and neck with the other racers as they speed down the quarter mile, she watched one by one as each racer hit their nitrous booster and she smirked, "Shift into Turbo" she said to herself and hit her nitrous booster, her car rocketing past the other three and across the finish line first. She downshifted and slowed her car to a stop and got out, looking at the other racers crestfallen faces. "Ha, pay me!" she said and went to collect her money.
Kira ran over to Kat, "That was the COOLEST thing I've ever seen! You kicked ass!" she exclaimed.
"Kicked ass and made 8 grand, not a bad night's work," Kat said with a laugh.
"Do you do this every weekend?" Kira asked excitedly. She couldn't wait to see Kat race again.
"Friday and Saturday nights," Kat told her with a smile which quickly fell from her face when she heard sirens. "Shit! We've been busted… get in," she ordered Kira and climbed into her car as the crowd began to scatter to their cars.
Kira didn't question it and jumped into her car, "Are we going to get arrested?" she asked sounding just a little frightened.
"They'd have to catch us first," Kat said taking off down the road with the other cars, drifting around a corner quickly and dodging the police car that tried to cut her off. "They never catch me…" she said with a smirk.
"Oh my god! This is such a rush! It's almost like…" Kira started to say, gripping tightly to her seat.
"Being back in battle," Kat finished for her. "Why do you think I do it?" she said drifting around another corner, 2 cop cars on her tail. She grabbed her CB. "Kat here, anybody got their ears on? I've got two on my six, 7th street and Allen, I need a nest."
"What's a nest?" Kira asked her curiously.
"Hideaway… gets the car off the road and lets you lay low until the heat dies down," Kat explained to her as the CB crackled.
"Racer's Edge, I've got the bay doors open for you Kitten," a deep, raspy yet amused sounding voice came over the CB.
"Thanks Mark, I'm on my way," Kat radioed back and floored it, drifting expertly around corners until she made a hard bank into the parking lot of a dark garage that had their bay door open for her. She pulled in the bay door shut quickly.
"Kitten?" Kira asked as Kat shut the car down and the lights came on in the shop.
Kat got out of the car and waited for Kira to get out, "When I first got into cars seriously, Mark said I have the curiosity of a kitten," she told her, giving her the PG version.
"She's also a hell cat in the sack," Mark's voice came floating out from behind Kat.
"Mark! She doesn't need to know that!" Kat exclaimed.
"Well, it's the truth," he said coming into the light, a tall, bald, muscular man with caramel skin and the biggest muscles Kira had ever seen in her life. "Aww Kitten did you bring me a present?" he asked, chuckling at how pink Kira had turned.
"Not. For. You." Kat said smacking him. "Mark this is Kira, a friend from California. Kira, this is Mark, one of the best racers on the east coast."
"Hi," Kira said almost shyly as she looked the man over.
"Don't even…" Kat warned him as he opened his mouth. "Just get us some beer…"
"Claws of a cat too," Mark said with a chuckle as he went to get them something to drink.
"Is he um… you're boyfriend?" Kira whispered to Kat, walking over to her. "He's gorgeous!"
"Mark! No… he's stress relief," Kat said with a smirk.
"Oh… OH," Kira said and giggled.
"Mmhmm…" Kat said with a giggle of her own. "Come on, let's relax in the break room, then I'll take you home when the coast is clear." She said leading her into the break room of the garage.