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West, in a little known place, on the state lines of California and Oregon, lay Seacrest county.
Like a lot of places it has homes, a school, farms, fields of wheat, and even an airport.
But this place has a problem, one that is seemingly only seen as a problem by law enforcement. Sure, quite a few of the 'common people' agree, but not really.
That problem, was street racing.
A reckless and dangerous activity.
One that sparked an arms race for the best engines, fastest cars, and the most advanced tec.
Two groups are at the center of it all.
One is the Seacrest County Police Department or the S.C.P.D
The other, is all those who feel the Need for Speed.
In Seacrest county, there was a woman, walking out of a roadside diner built on a clifside.
The 22 year old woman was a red eyed albino who stood at an average hight.
Hight, chest, hips, legs, and even the shape of her torso, it was like if a person was made with factory settings.
Due to her porcelain colored skin, and average build, her friends had taken to nicknameing her Doll. Most might have found it insulting, but she found it oddly endearing, and even embraced it.
Even if people she considered her enemies used it.
Her face however, wasn't average or bad to look at. In fact, it was quite buitiful, without blemish nor flaw. And Doll was used to getting compliments for her looks. (Wether she wanted them or not).
A few years ago, she had started dying her hair a slightly faded purple, so as to help Doll not burn with the sun. Today, she wore a long sleeved red crop top, with a knee length skirt. Underneath were black leggings, and her footwear was a pair of red sneakers. If one was to look closer (creep), you would see a faint shine on her lower torso. As she had to apply sunscreen on the areas her outfit didn't cover.
As Doll exited a small diner off to the side of the road. She walked over to the west side of the parking lot. The diner was built on a clifside, and like many others it had a wonderful veiw of the ocean.
As she wached the waves below crash against the rocky rige, Doll thought about the events leading up to now.
She had come on a (mostly forced) 'bestie hangout' insisted upon by her best friend Lizzy. Currently she was inside, paying the bill she insisted on covering. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lizzy about to exit as Doll veiwd the ocean.
But a few peculiar noises caught her attention
The roar of two muscle car engines, and police sirens. Quickly turning around, Doll jogged over to the other side of the parking lot. With the clashing noises getting louder when she reached the other end.
There was a straightaway before a three sharp turns, so Doll knew she would be able to get a good look. And she was right. Just as she reached the guardrail the two cars came into veiw.
The first car was one Doll recognized almost emeditly.
A Purple SS Camaro (2010) shot itself down the road. It had a top speed of 180 mph (290 kph) with a 0-62 of 4.8 seconds. The Ultimate Camaro.
Doll knew all of that kind of stuff off the top of her head. While she knew a good chunk when it came to a car's stats, that one specifically was different. If only because she knew the person no doubt driving that specific car.
As for the car giving chase, Doll knew all about it as well. Though it was for a slightly different reason.
The one giving chase was a Dodge Challenger SRT 8. Spasificly one that had been turned into a police patrol car. Like the standard version it had a top speed of 170 mph (273 kph) with a 0-62 of 4.70 seconds. Reigning King of the Asphalt Jungle.
However it seemed as though this one had already sustained some serious damage. (If the occasional flying sparks were any indication).
As the two cars roared past, the force of the pair sent a wall of wind that swept over any too close. Doll had to take a small step back due the speed and power of the two vehicles.
Doll thought about how much of a shame it all was. A nice car like that, shouldn't be the plaything of a pig cop.
The two muscle cars made the first turn just a little further ahead. Soon the noise faded away with distance, returning the area to silence shortly after. It all ended just as fast as it had happened, and Doll couldn't help but faintly smile.
No sooner as the cars raced past, did Lizzy finally leave the building.
Lizzy was slightly taller than Doll, with long blonde hair and blue eyes. (Though on many occasions she wore pink contacts.) Her long hair was tied back in a ponytail, with a yellow bow. She was also the same age as Doll at twenty two.
Currently she was wearing a matching outfit to Doll. But her top was pink, and with a solid black tank top underneath the crop top. Their builds were similar, but Lizzy had longer legs. Somthing that made her popular on the cheer team in high-school.
Doll thought about doing the same with the tank top, but the tank tops fabric was itchy against her skin. So she opted for ol reliable sunscreen.
As Lizzy lightly jogged over to Doll, she smiled as she spoke.
"Oh my god Dolly, was that who I think it was?" Lizzy seemed oddly happy.
Doll responded in English, though it had a vary noticeable Russian accent.
"Probably, if you thought it was Uzi. I'm almost certain that was her car." The tone she had was her signature deadpan indifference.
By now, Lizzy had reached Doll, standing next to her with a sly smile.
"Well if it was, then that's hilarious."
After a few seconds of silence Lizzy spoke again.
"Do you think we should jo-"
"нет." (No)
This time Doll responded/cut off in Russian.
"Aww come on, we'll be fine." Lizzy hand waved.
"By now they'll be too far away, besides there aren't many shortcuts that way." Doll reasond.
"Fair enough." Lizzy shrugged.
As she walked toward her car, Doll fallowed. Out of the blues, whites, greys, and blacks, Lizzy's car stood out amongst the rest.
A hot pink Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution X (2008). It had a top speed of 148 mph (238 kph) with a 0-62 of 4.90 seconds. It wasn't the fastest, but not a lot of people could beat Lizzy in an all terrain race. Different for a reason.
As they got in the car, (with Lizzy driving), she seemed to have something on her mind.
"Lizz, is something wrong?" Dolls Russian accent, bore the faintest trace of concern.
"Nothings wrong per say."
"What is it?"
"It's just" - Lizzy seemed to be looking for right words - "things are just so different then back home. I know it's only been a few months, but still."
"Hey, it's not all bad, we certainly could have ended up someplace worse. Especially after the island."
Lizzy smiled. "Yha, gess your right." She perked up, and grinned.
"Besides, with all the stuff they'll chase us for here, it's only a matter of time before we're ready to go home."
Doll smiled "Indeed."
As she said that, Lizzy's phone vibrated. Upun checking the notification, she smirked.
"Well, it looks like a certain someone needs a ride."
Uzi Doorman was shorter than the average person standing at 5ft (152.4 centimeters) flat. (Without boots, though that's only an increase of 0.5 inches (1.72 centimeters).)
She had dark purple hair (dyed), and always wore the same striped black/purple bennie. Her dark blue eyes even sometimes looked purple under certain lighting. And she was almost never seen without her purple hoodie. Clearly, Uzi had a preference.
Said hoodie had a crossbones overlapped with a skull design on the front.
Along with the hoodie Uzi was wearing bike shorts that ended just above the knee. As well as black combat boots, with knee high striped socks (dark to light purple). She was also wearing a purple face mask.
And right now . . .
Uzi was both terrified, and haveing the thrill of her life.
No matter what she tried, nothing could mach the high she was currently experiencing. And the elevated emotions she felt every time she got behind the wheel, was unmatched.
The speed and power held in her car as a cop was in hot pursuit, was pure joy. One Uzi didn't think she could find anywhere else. No matter what she did.
And knowing just who was on her 'tail', just made things even more exciting.
After speeding down the road past a diner, Uzi could have swor she saw Doll as she raced past. But she put that thought away, she needed to focus on sharp turn ahead.
Tapping the break as she turned, all while keeping her foot the gas, sent her into a drift. With practiced ease, she handled the acute right turn perfectly. Missing an oncoming car by a hair.
She lost speed, but gained decent bit of boost. This was especially true because of the near miss.
She used some of that boost to accelerate before the next turn. Only useing half of what she gained, so as to have more for later.
The next turn was coming up fast.
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Chasing the purple Camaro, was a Police modified Dodge Challenger SRT8. The hevey damage it had sustained told the tail of five other driver busts.
Damage was critical, but the officer driving only needed to last just a little bit longer. Then this illegal street race would be shut down for sure. And that exited Police Officer Janet. (Though her friends/enemies called her J. She didn't know why, but it felt right.)
J had amber colored eyes that seemed like gold under light, with medium length light brown dirty blonde hair (bronde). She often styled her hair in pig tails, but when in uniform her hair was kept down. She was also quite tall, at 5ft 11in (155.75 centimeters).
Some might say she didn't have the looks of a cop, but that didn't matter, not to her. What did, was protocol and the law.
J knew full well the driver of the car ahead of her. And while she didn't necessarily want to run Uzi off the road, protocol was protocol.
As J chased Uzi the purple Camaro past the diner, She thought she recognized an onlooker. But she brushed it off and chose to focus on the upcoming turn.
As both cars made the turn, J noticed the car in front made a minor mistake. Which nearly resulted in a crash with an oncoming car. Luckily such a thing didn't happen, but she knew that ment the car in front would have more nitro.
She didn't make any mistakes, takeing the tun flawlessly, and losing minimal speed.
As the two cars were about to make the first turn, J received a system notification. And soon a robotic feminine voice spoke though her speakers.
"Emp online."
J knew it was her last one, she had three at the start, but used the other two a little further back. A few miles away, Veronica (V) was probably giving the driver of that green Jaguar a ticket.
Soon the two reached the next turn. J planned to lock on, as soon as they pulled out of the left wards hairpin.
As the pair entered the 180° turn, J silently hoped the car in front had nothing left.
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"Warning EMP lock on."
The robotic feminine voice spoke though Uzi's speakers, warning her of the treat.
Dammit I thought she was out. Uzi tthought.
Swerving her car side to side, she tried to shake off target lock. But all that did was lose valuable speed. In hindsight it was a foolish attempt, J the cop was clearly too good to be shaken off easily.
Still, this didn't mean all was lost however.
Because Uzi still had one more spike strip left, and it was level three. Though she was reluctant to use it.
The next turn was another right. Quickly, the two drifted, barely missing a second oncoming car. Uzi used her boost, except this time she emptied her nitrous.
That gave her just enough distance for the spike strip to be effective. Uzi knew this would total the cop chasing her, but she rather not get caught.
3.
Or she would have to do this stupid event all over again.
2.
Not wanting such an outcome, (for eather of them) Uzi deployed her final spike strip.
"Bite me."
1.
As soon as Uzi flipped a small switch On her dash, her systems were struck by a targeted EMP blast. She was badly damaged but but her car was still hanging on.
It looked like her vehicle had just enough health to keep moving. And her electric systems were quickly recovering, meaning she didn't lose too much speed.
The same couldn't be said for the cop. As J was too close to effectively dodge the spikes.
Uzi wached though her rear view as the car chasing her spun out and stopped moving. As Uzi drove away, her rebooted systems gave her the notification.
"Spike Strip Cop Wreck +500 Bounty."
And not a moment too soon, the finish line was only 0.2 miles (321.869 meters) away. And currently she was heading towards it at 155 miles (249.448 kilometers) an hour.
With all competition fought off, Uzi chose to maintain speed, rather than speed up.
Still, she couldn't help but feel a little bad for the cop J. Because now she would have to get a new vehicle for the next couple of days. And would have to deal with him.
But any feelings she felt about it was washed away with the sweet taste of first place.
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As J sat in her wrecked car, she thought about what strategy she could have used. What could have been done differently, or done better.
Most might have been humiliated, or angry, for being outplayed like that. But it fair was fair, this loss was on J, plain and simple, even if she a little shame.
She also felt veagely proud of Uzi.
J waited one minute before radioing in her situation. More than enough time for Uzi to finish.
Pzzt. "My vehicle has sustained hevey damage, Vehicle non operational, over." Pzzt.
Within seconds the operator Tessa responded.
Pzzt. "Understood, tow truck on route. ETA fifteen minutes." Pzzt.
Though the crackle of the radio, it was difficult to hear the concern in Tessa's voice. But J knew her well enough to discern it from her normal tone. J had no doubt she would have said more, had it not been for strict protocol.
J would no doubt be grilled with concerns at a later time.
For the next fifteen minutes J waited, stewing in a mix of shame and regret. Less upset at Uzi, but more upset with herself. Though the regret part would only apply if he showed up, if it was anyone else, then J wouldn't care.
She was a member of the S.C.P.D speed division. Ment to be one of the best drivers the county had to offer. But at least there would be a next time. Then she'd redeem herself, earning the highest of distinction.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of a loud tow truck. The sound of every wrecked cop's annoyance.
Because that ment running the risk of dealing with him. As a sky blue tow truck came into veiw, J mentally cursed. Of corse, it just had to be his truck, how wonderful. The lage vehicle pulled ahead of to the far right side (where J had spun out), and backed up to be right in front of J.
As the driver stepped out, J groaned. Like a self fulfilled prophecy, Khan Doorman was the one to exit the truck.
J didn't know if that was his actual last name, or if he changed it to mach his obsession. Regardless, when it came to doors (especially car doors) the man knew practically everything. But when it came to anything else, he had the sentence level of a toster.
As J stepped out of her car, she sighed. This was going to be a long few hours.
Lizzy drove with Doll in the passenger seat, they went in the opposite direction of the street race. Lizzy had gotten a message from their friend Thad. He had apparently been part of the street race, but was totaled and needed a lift.
Though he was surprisingly far back, so Doll assumed he got held up by the cops. An unfortunate predicament, for him anyway.
Eventually they reached Thad, and her.
Thad could best be described as the stereotypical jock. Tall, conventionally attractive, blonde hair that he covered with a (backwards) baseball cap, and green eyes.
Most comely, he wore blue jeans and red sneakers, as well as his varsity jacket he had since high-school.
He was still seated in his totaled vehicle, a dark green Jaguar XKR. It had a top speed of 174 mph (280.026 kph), and a 0-62 of 4.80 seconds. A Breathtaking Combination of Power and Exquisite Luxury.
Doll could have recognized such a car in her sleep. Same for the car right behind it, though seeing the person leaning against said vehicle made her upset.
"Why is that свинья (pig/swine) doing here?" Doll didn't bother to hide her irritation.
"Relax Dolly, she's the one who texted me." Lizzy waved Doll's aggression off in a singsong tone.
"Her car looks plenty operational to me." Doll bluntly remarked.
Lizzy provided an explanation, but didn't bother to hide her amusement at the situation.
"Thad's phone got busted when he wrecked. Plus he apparently injured his hand." Lizzy looked like she was trying her hardest not to laugh.
Doll rased a brow, skeptical on how that was possible. Then again, Thad was talented, though that wasn't necessarily a compliment. (As long as you weren't talking about sports.)
As for the car behind Thad's, It was a cop's Alfa Romeo 8c Competizione. It had a top speed of 181 mph (291.291 kph) and had a 0-62 of 4.20. Sporting Tradition Italian Passion and Engineering Prowess.
And leaning up against it was a person Doll really couldn't stand.
Officer Veronica, though everyone just called her V.
She was tall, standing at 5ft 10 (155.448 centimeters), (and much like Thad) conventionally attractive. Her brown hair was done in a bob cut, which complimented her angler/roundish face. Combined with long legs and other features, V had the looks of a supermodel. Anyone who met her outside of work would have no idea she was a cop.
Her bulky/baggy uniform did a lot to hide most of her features, but not enough to matter. However it wasn't V's looks that mad Doll hate her guts, though it was mild bonus.
Doll hated cops. She saw most them as complete incompetent fools. And the few who were halfway good at their jobs, only wanted an ego boost.
But, for some incomprehensible reason, Lizzy seemed utterly infatuated with this one specifically.
As Lizzy pulled over to the side of the road, she did so in a way that made her car face the others. In doing so, she briefly drove in the oncoming lane. Not somthing one would normally do in front of a cop, but Doll doubted Lizzy cared. Besides there weren't any cars in eather direction as far as the eyes could see.
When the pink car pulled over Thad got out of his car from the passengers side. His hand looked like it had been cut along his palm. Bandages had been applied, keeping the wound covered, and blood at bay.
Lizzy leaned put her window and called out to Thad.
"Get it the back looser, we're going shopping!"
"Shopping?!" Thad called back.
"For your medical debt!"
Thad groaned as he past Lizzy and got in her car's backseat. When he got settled, Lizzy leaned over and opened the glove box. She pulled out a half done roll of paper towels, and tossed them to Thad.
"You better not get blood all over my car." Lizzy wasn't looking for a repeat of last time.
"Don't worry I won't, most of the bleedings stopped." Thad replied.
"Yha, most." Lizzy fired back.
Now it was Doll's turn to speak, mostly so her own curiosity could be satisfied.
"What even happened?"
Thad grimaced (seemingly in shame) before answering.
"I was taken down by a cop in a Dodge, and it caused my car to spin out. Before it was stopped by a helpful road barrier." Thad sounded like he was holding something back.
"So, that happens to one of us at least once a week. How did you even get hurt?" Lizzy remarked.
A forth feminine voice spoke up.
"When I told him to step out of his vehicle, he slipped and fell on a broken bottle." Doll looked over at the driver side window, to see V, smiling like a mad woman.
Upun hereing that, Lizzy burst out laughing, seemingly unable to breathe for a few moments.
Doll shot a sympathetic glance at Thad, who seemed to be blushing in shame. All the while tending to his shallow wound. At least, Doll assumed it was shallow, based on the fact that blood hadn't yet soaked though the bandages.
V's next words confirmed this.
"I helped pach it up, and was even so kind as to provode rubbing alcohol. Plus, I've already taken the liberty of calling in a tow truck, so his car will be fine."
Every word was laced with aragnce and pride. (Though Doll is vary biased.) Her next words were somewhat serious, if only to get a point across.
"It may be shallow but, he should still see a doctor. Who knows what was on that thing."
Lizzy responded with a sincerity in her voice that somewhat upset Doll. But she decided to push those feelings deep deep down, if only for Lizzy and Thad's sake.
"Thank you V, I'm not entirely sure how to pay you back."
Was Lizzy blushing?
"Well" - V leand closer - "I could think of a few ways."
Lizzy was definitely blushing.
Suddenly, V pulled back as she started heading back to her car.
"Latter nerds!" As she got to her vehicle she turned back and grinned, and increased her volume of speech. "Oh and Lizzy!?"
Lizzy noticeably perked up, still blushing from a few moments ago.
"Im off at seven!" V winked as she got in her car, and began driving off. No doubt on her way to some other part of town to patrol for 'criminals'.
Doll rolled her eyes, as V drove past them.
"Come one, let's get Thad to a doctor." Doll stated dryly.
"Agreed" Thad spoke up from the back. "Doctors have pain meds"
Lizzy nodded as she began to drive off.
If a car is merely damaged it can be repaired almost instantly, but if totaled, it takes awhile. As such officer J(anet) would need a different patrol car for a few days.
However, that didn't really matter to J at the moment. Currently she was off duty, and so wouldn't be driving a patrol vehicle anyway. Rather the car she was driving home in, was her personal car.
A black and silver Bently continental Supersports Coupe (2010). The Most Extreme Bently Ever.
Khan had been just as awful as she dreaded he would be. Turning what would normally be a simple thirty minute proses, into a three hour long fiasco. Furthermore dealing with a worried Tessa was something that left J feeling drained. Don't get her wrong, she definitely cared for her, but Tessa could be a little overbearing at times.
J never bothered to question why, it just seemed proper for some reason. It was still tiring though.
Currently it was heading towards the residential parking of the beach side homes. Although it would be more accurate to call them vary expensive rentals. As such even J, one of the most well paid officers on the speed division, had roommates
As she pulled up to her assigned parking, a purple SS Camaro was parked right next to it. Looking like it just rolled out the factory, despite any previous scratches or dents it may (or may not) have had.
As J parked in her spot and got out, she noticed the other spot on her left was empty. Normally by now (7:30) It would be taken by a Chevy van.
Her roommates called it the shuttle. Though in reality it was just a grey van with hazard lines on the front and back. A fitting choice, considering how her roommates met each other.
Getting out and locking her car, J walked over to her beachside unit. Every time she did so, she couldn't help but feel prideful of her accomplishments.
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She went from growing up in poverty, to living a life of luxury. All the while protecting people who couldn't protect themselves.
Her mother had been a maid for some CEO of a no name company, in order to put J though school. She was grateful to her mother, J only wished she could see where she was now.
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Getting to her home, she unlocked the door and steped inside.
"I'm home!" J hollered. She didn't want to run the risk of spooking anyone inside. J suspected she was alone, but better safe than sorry.
After a few seconds of silence, a young woman's voice responded from living room. It was Uzi.
"Welcome back! Have fun being apart of the establishment!?"
Looks like she wasn't alone after all.
"Yes I did, thank you for asking. Though you're father is as annoying as ever." J walked into the living room, spotting Uzi on the couch eating pizza rolls. All the while the TV was tuned to some animated show that didn't look like it was for kids.
"Ha! Sucks to be you!"
Uzi Doorman, didn't live in the house officially. Rather she slept over often, came over vary often, and was dating one of J's three roommates. But she cleaned up after herself (which was more than what could be said about V), and paid for what she used.
So J never saw it as a problem. Additionally J could understand why she didn't want to be around her father. As such, Uzi was always more than welcome to stay. Though thats if you didn't address the metaphorical elephant in the room.
The fact that Uzi was a notorious street racer, wanted for extreme speeding in every Seacrest County sector. Though it wasn't that big of an issue, given the stubborn pride of the speed division.
As a specialized task force, the speed division only really cared about speeding. So long as you weren't actively breaking the law, most officers wouldn't care.
Normally J, someone well known for sticking to the rules, would object to such a system. But there was something of a truce between enforcer and law breaker. It was one that only existed on the streets, but not even J was willing to push it.
"Where are the others?" J asked.
"V's off on some date with Lizz." Uzi waved her hand dismissively, never takeing her eyes off the screen. "And N's with his sister helping your boss with an investigation thingy."
"What?" J sounded more alert.
Yha, apparently V asked Lizzy out, and Lizz said yes via text." Uzi rolled her eyes, she never cared for mushy stuff. (Despite being in a committed relationship.)
"I don't care about V's love life, tell me about N's investigation."
Uzi had popped a pizza roll in her mouth as J demanded clarification. After she finished chewing she responded.
"I don't know, something about JC-Jenson and it's dealings in the second hand market."
J froze, JC-Jenson was the main supplier for military grade after market products. Everyone knew, but it was impossible to prove, so many gave up on trying.
"Are you positive?"
"Relax J, everything's still in the idea phase by the sounds of it." Uzi sounded indifferent, sill focused on the TV.
J was about to respond with some kind of retort, when something on the TV caught her eye.
"Did that robot green dog thing, just shoot a sandwich out of its head?" J was genuinely confused about what just appeared on screen.
"Yes. Yes he did." Uzi responded, eating another pizza roll emeditly after.
Tessa James Elliott was Chief/Operator of the S.C.P.D speed division. She had tan skin, long black hair, and eyes that glistend gold in sunlight. When not on active duty, she was often found wereing heels and dresses, though currently, she was in uniform.
At twenty five, she had come far in her career, and all without the help of her so called family. And currently, she was trying to solve a difficult problem.
JC-Jenson was responsible for providing the S.C.P.D with it's spike strips, and emp lanchers. However, such things had been found on multiple cars as of recent.
And lately, they've found jammers and turbo systems on some of the most elusive of speeders.
Needless to say, Tessa was quite invested in solving this case, despite what her higher-ups might say. Especially given her own history with the company.
But there would be time for that later. Because right now, she had to deal with the bane of her existence. Bloody paper work.
For instance all the request forms that needed approval, or all the reports that needed viewing. The bulk of wich usually came from her division, one that was almost half the size of any other.
Report on Race Shutdown. -Officer Janet.
Report on Training Exercise (new record) -Officer Janet.
Report on Preview of Future Asset -Officer Janet.
Report on Interception of Speeder -Officer Janet.
Say what you will about J, she was certainly diligent. Whenever she wasn't chaceing some speeder, she was practicing all over Seacrest county. Tessa doubted anyone on the force could do any better.
Then there where the 'after hour' requests, most of which came from V.
Request for Refill of Spike Strips. (Approved).
Request for Battering Ram. (Denied).
Request for Aerial Support [off duty]. (Denied).
Request for Additional Hand Cuffs. (Approved).
Tessa was a tad hesitant about approving that last one. V seemed to need a new pair every few days. She understood that the state was cheap, but to need a new pair so often? Tessa would have to speak with V about that soon.
Having to do all this by hand was exhausting, so Tessa was glad she had help. Such help was in the form of her assistant/system administrator Cyn.
Cyn helped with the digital aspect of the tedious job. Tessa knew her way around an engine, behind the wheel, and a decent bit of robotics. But Cyn was a master of computers, hacking, firewalls, and what ever else had a computer.
Tessa knew the basics of computers, but not much else. So she wasn't sure what her options would be without the young prodigy.
Said prodigy was typing away on her laptop, doing the mind numbing task of converting physical to digital. Though she was going about it at an impressive pace. If Tessa didn't hurry, Cyn would overtake her and be left with nothing to do.
Cyn had long blonde hair, tied up in all manner of bows. At nineteen, one would think her too old, but Tessa found it adorable.
Other than that, she had vary pale skin, and often moved in 'robotic' like ways. She had Hazel colored eyes, like her older brother, and nothing seemed to escape her notice.
"Another moment another paper." Cyn suddenly said.
Tessa sighed. "Don't I know it."
"I hope big brother makes it home safe."
"Don't worry, he'll be fine."
"It's not necessarily him I worry about."
And with that the two fell into silence once more. But this time Tessa couldn't help but feel a little tence at the statement. Even if she couldn't tell you why.
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Officer Nate (N) was finally off the clock.
N was six feet (182.88 centimeters) with blonde hair, amber colored eyes, and pale skin.
Officially, he had stayed late for maintenance on his aerial support vehicle. And while that was technically true, Tessa wanted his opinion on the escalation of races. (Off the books).
As he was driving home, the loud roars of a street race sounded behind him. He changed lanes as to give the racers a wider path, standard practice.
Within seconds the cars zipped by, well over the speed limit by a good hundred miles, on the highway.
The wail of police sirens fallowed the racers in hot pursuit, and within seconds it was all past.
With a dark red Lamborghini Countach leading the pack. Pin-up Car for a Generation.
As N wached the speeding cars fade in the distance, a small part of his brain reminded him he didn't pull over. He wasn't sure why, but it did none the less.
Apparently, a long time ago, it was standard to pull over at the sound of police sirens. But for as long as N could remember, no one ever did. For ambulances, or firetrucks sure, but never for cops.
N pushed the thought away, laws that not even J fallowed was something to unpack for another day.
Speaking of, J had texted him before he left the station. Uzi was already at the house and waiting for him. Going a few miles over the speed limit (like everyone else) N hurried home.
He shouldn't keep his girlfriend waiting.