Street racing

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

"I just wanted to say sorry and give yu back the keys to your s-13." Paul tosses him the keys and notes the 12 gauge pump in Wolfgangs paw. He turns back and smirks. "You know, i could have given you guys protection and was doing my best to keep beat cops off your tails but, if you don't want my help than i'll see you on the track, or maybe at your hearing, if one ever happens." Paul sits down in his escort and starts it back up, its weazy little four banger running on only three lungs. "Because they're thinking it's you that's been hounding the small buisenesses in the area."

[Wolfgang]

Wolfgang puts his paws in the door through the open window and tries to stop Paul. "Cops are hounding my garage, I could use protection." he said, putting the 12 gauge on the ground. He places the keys to the s-13 in his car. "You can keep the s-13." he said

[Kid Jojo™]

I rose from admiring my car,then walked over to the two,admitting loss"..Hey,guys..My Bad......-Shouldn't've done that stupid move....".I extended a paw in a shake.

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

Paul shakes his head. "It wouldn't feel right if i didn't buy it from you." Paul reaches into a duffel bag sitting in the passenger seat. He hands wolfgang a few stacks of hundred dollar bills. "for the Charger and silvia. There's four hundred thousand there. Do with it what you please."

[Wolfgang]

"come inside with me, I'm having dinner. I would like it if you would join." he said. He takes the money and stands back.

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

Paul waves a paw in thanks. "Naw, i gotta deline. That hemi should be ariving any moment and i want to be there to make sure it all runs fine." PAul turns to put it in first then loks back to Wolfgang. "Hey, I'm sorry about the trouble i caused. Could it just get out in the past now?"

[Wolfgang]

"No problem." he said. Wolfgang picks up the shotgun and throws it on his porch.

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

"Well, long night ahead of me, i'm hoping to get that Charger all straightened out and ready for the paint booth in a week.: Paul puts the escort in first and smiles to wolfgang. "See ya later than." He revs up the tiny wheezey motor and drives away, barely able to do the speedlimit with his aged and dying ford.

[Wolfgang]

Wolfgang watches Paul leave and he goes back inside, grabbing the shotgun as he walks in the door. He sighs and places the shotgun in its usual spot and goes back to eating dinner.

[Scyler]

"No problem, kid. So... How about that race...?" *shakes his as with a gleam in his eyes*

[Kid Jojo™]

"..Uhh....sure?.....".I grinned,"..But I STILL don't like you guys...".My grin turned into a toothy smile.

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

Paul roles up to the garage just as some beefy looking bulls unload a wooden crate and set it on the ground and ring the doorbell at the shops entrance. "Hey, over hear!" Paul shouts, running up to them.

"Who'er you?" One of the bulls asks, tossing the dolly onto the bak of his truck.

"I'm the guy that baught that hemi, that's the hemi, right?"

"Yeah,   id then." The other bull says pulling out a delivery board.

Paul puls out his id, not his fed id, just his drivers liscense. "Okay, sign here then." The bull says,, passing him the touch screen pad. Pau signs it and thanks him before opening up the garage door and going in to get the engine crane.

[Wolfgang]

Wolfgang decides he's not hungry and gos up to his room to think, his head hanging slighly as he walks up the stairs.

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

Paul opens the top of the crate and pulls out a bunch of packing peanuts. "I have no idea why they fill these crates with so much of this junk" He mutters as he finnaly gets down to the big 426 he ordered. He hooks it to the crane and lifts it out then pulls it back into the garage and to one of the tool rooms where he has the replacement parts he had to build up the lower end and redo the intake system.

[Wolfgang]

Wolfgang lays down on his bed facing the wall. He starts thinking about his parents and then starts thinking about nothing.