Street racing

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

"Because i work there voluntarily and have more than enough money and know enough people to even scare the pant off of hoover/" Paul gets up and walks back to one of the parts closets and starts to look for 426 hemi internals.

[Scyler]

"What if it's not money they extort you with. What if it's someone you deeply care for? How do we know you won't turn us in then?" I start to unhook my car engine getting ready to put the new engine in once it arrives.

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

"Because the last person i cared that deeply for died last week in an accident. A biker pulled a glock on him and shot his tank just as he sparked the nos to get his tail out of there." Paul solemnly hangs his head and sobs. "He's gone now, not even enough of him to get put six underground. Its a headlight and a chuk of fender that's in his casket." The stitched up feline drops what he had in his arms and drops to the floor crying. "I miss him so much!"

[Scyler]

I walk over to Paul and give him a hug. "I'm sorry to hear that. Please, forgive me for being intrusive..." I let him bury his head into my shoulder and cry.

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

Paulnuzzles against Scyler as the tears just keep coming. The past three weeks of hi life really had been terrible. First the loss of his mate that pushed him to the wreckless way he drove the Chsllenger to get him busted up, getting evicted from his own home, then getting kicked from the garage tat blindly accepted him at first. At least things were starting to regain some normalicy, if this cathartic release woud end already.

[PhantomStone]

uschi just stood there and thought, she didn't like the idea of having a sobber in a racing garage, and she didn't know this guy enought to want to comfort him just yet

[Scyler]

"Hey, calm down. I know you've been through some rough times. We all have. But you need to be strong for your friend. I don't think he'd want to see you like this." I rub his back, my shirt getting soaked from his tears. I stood there cradling his head against me. "Be strong. For your friend."

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

Paul bites his lip and holds his breath and looks into Scylers eye. "I, I know. It just gets hard to hold it in some times." Paul stands and walks into one of the back rooms and sits down and lights a cigarette. He inhales deeply and sighs before blowing the smoke out his nose. "

[Dr. Strange]

Alex went to find Wolf, and hugged him tightly. "Wolf, you ok honey?" She asked softly, smoothing his hair.

[Wolfgang]

Wolfgang hugged Alex tightly and cried. "I feel alone." he said.

[PhantomStone]

uschi sat down, tired, listening to the rain fall, theres not going to be a racing tonight, no one is stupid enough to race on wet track

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

Paul composes himself and stands up. Je notes the s-13 parked there and mocking him. the key is ion his pocket. He knows where the biker lives, the man hasn't been arrested yet even though he's most wanted, but... you kill a fed, you're dead. Stone faced paul grabbed one of the shot guns Wolfgang kept stashed aroound the garage, made sure it was loaded, then got in the small Nissan and burned tire as he swerved out of the shop, side stepping the clutch.

[Scyler]

"Don't ask, Uschi. We might be better off staying out of this one..."

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

Thank god for the quiet exhaust Paul put on the car a week prior, the car was nearly silent with just a hint of throat on open throtte. He parked it down the street from the home and watched for any activity. He saw plenty of bikes sitting in front of the house, they'd be there until tommorow and leave in the morning, no one would be driving home in the rain. Paul jotted down a few liscense plates from the bikes and called them in, hoping none of them were those of his friends. He restarted the car and drove back to the garage.

[PhantomStone]

"blah boring" uschi said "i'm gonna check out my stock pile of car partsat my garage, at the park, wanna come" uschi asked standing up