Street racing

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

As Paul is assembling the dash board his pocket vibrates. He pulls out his cell and looks at the number. He sighs and answers it, changing his mood for his boss. "Yes, Administrator Raimes?"

"Paul, we need you to come and give us a report on your assignment, today." His boss said, sounding a little bit ornery and tight collared.

"Alright, I'm working on some stuff right now, but it can wait. What time do you need to see me?" Paul puts a hand in his pocket and and fingers the keys to the s-13 he purchased from Wolfgang.

"We'll see you. Just be at the races tonight, you're going to run into an old friend of yours." His boss laughed and the line went dead.

"Okay, which races?" Paul asked himself as he flipped the phone closed and slid it back into his pocket. "There's a hundred races every night, which one dammit?" He goes back to reassembling the torn apart dash with a dark cloud over  his head. "This isn't going to go well." he thought to himself.

[Wolfgang]

"I don't ****ing care, I'm busy with Alex." he said hanging up.

[Scyler]

I get to the garage and see a package with my new Ford street engine inside. I load it on a cart and wheel it inside. I bust open the box and look at it. I use the crane to lift it out of the box and place it into my Mustang. I spent the next 30 minutes hooking everything up. Acre I finished, I sat back and looked at the completed work. My stang was ready to drag.

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

Paul gets angry and throws his screwdriver across the room and lets out a primordial yell. "I HATE MY LIFE!!!" He sweeps the half assembled dash off the table and storms to the s-13. He jumps in it, guns it and speeds from the garage towards the field office the next county over.

[PhantomStone]

"ok then fine see ya wolfy remember the help call" she said hanging up and looking at scyler "ready to ead over, tell me when ure ready and i'll take you over" uschi said getting into her evo, and starting it up

[Wolfgang]

Wolfgang put his phone back in his pocket and wrapped his arms around Alex. "Sorry about that." he said

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

Paul flies down the freeway, knocking the wheel left and right, tapping the brakes and sliding the car around traffic. He didn't care any more, he wanted to take down the fbi for the corupt, arrogant terrorists they were, but he was nothing but a field agent. He had no power except over local police. It would have to take time, and money. And he knew how to get it.

[Scyler]

I closed the hood and hopped in the stang. "By all means, lets go!"

[PhantomStone]

"ok" uschi said driving out and reaching the lot a space in the desert crowded with other cars "weird no eclipses" uschi murmered looking around at the assembled cars and driving up to ixlanders crew "did ya find a new leader yet" she said coldly

[Scyler]

I pulled up in my mustang, my car looking a bit plain compared to some of the others. "I hope there's some competition for the drag racing..."

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

Paul almost takes out his boss as he slides the silvia into the parking lot at the field office. He comes out of the car storming and raving, his stictches breaking loose in a couple places and causing him to bleed a little. "What do you think this is!? Some big game? THey are good people and do nothing wrong in the shop. I don't care exactly what you do outside of it, but everything, EVERYTHING that they do in there is entirely legit." Paul ewas face to face with his boss, the feline was shuddering in anger. His boss looked a little shocked but reclaimed his composure and stepped even closer to the feline.

"What buiseness do you have, trying to tell me, Me, your boss, how to do my job?" The middle aged bear flicked a paw across Paul's face, breaking all his stitches open. He spat at him and growled. "They are street racers, and that is illegal and immoral." The bear walked on and wiped his paw on a hankerchief.

Paul got from the ground to his knees, part way standing he rubbed his cheek and spat out a dribble of blood. "Illegal and immoral is extorsien and lying. I've seen your files, you've been arrested more times for speeding, drunk driving, and even murder than any of those "illegal and imoral racers" have."

Paul got in his s-13 and revved the rebuilt sr-20det. He leaned out the window as he hit the gass and slid the car out of the lot, he threw up his middle finger and looked straight into his bosses eye. He slid back into the car and spun it around, speeding off the way he came. "You f***ed with the wrong agent, Administrator." he growled, driving back towards the garage.

[PhantomStone]

"awwww looks like uschi has some new friends, how sad for him" the new leader of the crew sneering

uschi looked calmly at the cheetah "he's my friend, you want a bet, you give my friend owner ship of your car and your title as the crew leader, if i lose then you get the viper i took from you last summer, eugine" she said glaring at the cheetah, ixlandrs crew only followed him cause they didn't have a good leader, they would accept scyler with open arms "what do ya say"

egine looked at the bear "why not, i'll get that viper, but to sweeten the deal, you win u get my car, if i win i also get ure's" her said sticking out his spotted paw

uschi shook the hand and popped her hood, showing eugine as eugine showed the v 8 engine in his vette as he hopped in she did to and as one of the panthars in the crew stepped out and droped a cloth as she ans eugine shot off the line

[Scyler]

"Huh? Me the leader? What's going on?!?!" I freaked out, being in no position to be a leader.

"Heheh, don't worry about that, your friend'll lose."

"I don't know about that, she's got a good car..."

[Dr. Strange]

She raised a brow. "Who was that?"

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

Paul parks the car, violently rocking it forward and wrenching the parking break up. He slams a fist against the steering wheel and grits his teeth against the pain in his face. He pulls the 5 point harness holding him in apart and pulls himself out of the car and storms towards the first aid kit.