RPG Fast and Furious: Monaco Blaze [M-SLV]

[Redemption]

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[size=1][b]? The Annual Meeting of the organisation Interpol has now commenced. All, be seated.?[/b]

The sound of hundreds of people sitting echoed rather loudly through the massive auditorium. Hushed murmurs reverberated around the melodious walls of the room. A man standing at a podium cleared his throat loudly, making the room completely silent.

[b]? Now that the Committee and President has been elected, we can get down to business. The first order on our agenda is the growing underground racing scene in Monaco??[/b]

Murmurs once again flooded the room. It was common knowledge among the delegates that this racing commotion was affecting a lot of countries in the European continent - such a big stir for such a small country. The speaker cleared his throat again, calling for silence.

[b]? As I was saying, the underground racing scene in Monaco has been a gathering of criminals of late. According to our sources, many distasteful characters have infiltrated this criminal circuit. For what reasons they chose Monaco, we do not know. However, we have managed to gather information about the known players in the scene. I would like you to look at the booklet in front of you. Page eleven is where we will start.?[/b]

The members of Interpol flicked through the pages of the small but thick booklet in front of them. The speaker pressed numerous buttons to get the lights to dim and a projector up and running, displaying a picture of a well-dressed young woman.

[b]? Aurora Armeni ? the ringleader of this outfit. Her family are wealthy because of her father, the formula 1 driver Heratio Armeni, and the family connections, being second cousins to the Principality of Monaco. She is a university student, studying International Relations of all things. At this moment, we aren?t keeping tabs on her because of her many contacts within the Italian Mafia and the police corps because of her late uncle.?[/b]

The picture changed to a tall, Middle-Eastern man.

[b]? An Iraqi national ? Asim. We don?t know much about this man, but we do know that he has some connections to the Japanese Yakuza and other criminal organisations. That and he has also aided and abetted wanted criminals. I want someone to get more information on this man, but be warned, he is highly dangerous so I want it done quietly.?[/b]

Again, the picture changed. This time it changed into an attractive young woman of Japanese Origin.

[b]? The assassin known as Sakura. This young lady was brought up in Japan and knowing the ways of assassination specific to her family. She has many connections with the Yakuza, and we are led to believe, according to our information, that she is on good terms with both Asim and Aurora. There have been attempts to keep tabs on her, but all we have received back are corpses. Be warned, ladies and gentleman, she?s not just a pretty lady.?[/b]

The projector clicked as another image dissolved into view. Another pretty Asian face graced the audience ? this time a Korean girl.

[b]? It does seem we have quite an extravagant mix here. This is Kang Jin from Korea. Her father works for the Korean Mafia. Again, she has her connections. I would like to inform everyone that we have phone tabs on her and are currently tracking her activities.?[/b]

Yet again, the images dissolved into two separate pictures, side by side. The one on the left was of a muscular Greek national. The other picture was of a Filipino-looking man with a military hair cut.
[b]? The one on the left, ladies and gentleman, is Mikali Drossopoulos. Although not as heavily involved in organised crime as the people mentioned above, he does have a profound influence in the underground fighting arena. There have been some suspicious deaths surrounding this underground fighting backdrop and we would like to approach this man with a deal of some sort, in exchange for information.?

? The one on the right is Brain Walker. Again we have another person affiliated with the Japanese Yakuza. Monaco seems to be a breeding site for these sorts of people. We have tapped his phone and computer and are on the look-out for communications with any suspicious characters.?[/b]

For the final time, the two pictures dissipated and two new pictures came up. On the right was a young woman of Irish heritage, although she didn?t look the stereotypical Irish woman most imagined. Lastly, on the left was a tall man of medium build.

[b]? Last two. The one on the right is Jackie Meyer. She is a known drug user. Although we haven?t come across any information that alludes to her involvement in drug trafficking, the decision was made that we would keep a close eye on her to watch for any suspicious activities. And finally, the man on the left is Dustin Schneider, a German born mechanic. Apparently we have some information that he is involved in drug trafficking and dealing. However, we don?t know if Dustin and Jackie have any connections to each other in the drug world or if they share dealers or buyers. An investigation is being formed to search for these answers.?[/b]

The speaker gave a relieved sigh. He looked around the room, eyeing the delegates.

[b]? These people are the main causes of our investigation into the Monaco underground racing scene. Because of their connections with known organised criminal organisations and drug lords, we cannot turn a blind eye to them. There could be more people like them hidden in this racing landscape. I expect full co-operation from the Monaco police force and intelligence agencies concerning our joint investigations.?[/b]

He cleared his throat again and drank a little water. It was necessary after speaking for so long.

[b]? Now, onto other pressing matters??[/b]


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[color=Teal][b]? Interpol is the world?s largest international police organisation, with 184 member countries. Created in 1923, it facilitates cross-border police co-operation, and supports and assists all organisations, authorities and services whose mission is to prevent or combat international crime??[/b]

Yet another piece of information that Rei knew about, after all, it was Interpol that brought her in for questioning when she was caught excessively speeding for the 12th time. But they weren?t interested in her traffic offences. They wanted to know about her uncle, the police informant for the Italian Mafia. Somehow, they had managed to obtain the information that her uncle had given Rei his black book. Inside this little booklet were all the names of the contacts he had made during the course of his involvement with the Mafia. For the sake of security, Rei digitised it into her PDA, which she carried with her everywhere, and make sure no one could access it without her fingerprint ID.

A sudden vibrating feeling shuddered through her body as Rei realised her mobile was buzzing. Digging into her bookbag quietly, she fumbled around for the small piece of electronics. With it now firmly grasped in her hand, Rei flipped the phone open to see that she had received a new message. She looked at the number. It was one of her contacts from Interpol. Her eyebrow arched. Something must have happened for him to send her a message so blatantly during the day.

The message read:

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Rei growled to herself after reading the message. It was just what she needed.

[b]? All right. For your next class, I want you have read the textbook to chapter nine, making sure you write down notes. Remember also that your essays on international crime organisations is due on Friday,?[/b] Rei?s lecturer said loudly as the class stood and started filing out of the lecture theatre. Rei packed away her books in her satchel and filed out with the rest of the class.

Now out in broad daylight, Rei could feel the ocean breeze sweep across the campus. It was rather refreshing since the day was starting to get rather warm. She swept back her hair as she walked through the campus, ignoring the stares of men and women alike.

A few minutes later, Rei finally came to her precious ? a burnt orange and black Ferrari Enzo. A smile curved her lips as she unlocked it and slipped inside onto the black leather driving seat, placing her satchel on the passenger seat. An admiring wolf-whistle came her way when she started up the engine and took off like a bullet, heading to one of her favourite places to hang out ? a bar named [I]Formula-1[/I].


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A soft tingle signalled Rei?s entrance. The bar was fairly empty except for a wealthy-looking couple sitting at one end of the bar, talking animatedly to each other and a tired looking businessman with his tie loose around his neck and a whiskey glass in his hand. The bar was only like this during the day. But at night, it was like a wild party that only ended when the sun came up to signal the new day.

Rei plopped herself at the other end of the bar, away from the seemingly happy couple. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she took her phone out of her pocket again. She had told numerous people that there was going to be a race on tomorrow night but she hadn't formally messaged the drivers as of yet. Now was the time. Plus, she had to warn everyone about the Interpol investigation.

Flipping open her phone, she typed in the following message:

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She sent it to everyone she knew that would be interested in racing. A devious smile curved her lips and her eyes glinted madly. This would turn out to be a good chance to see which dogs were sniffing them out.[/size][/color]

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OOC: Welcome to the Fast and the Furious: Monaco Blaze. As mentioned in the Underground thread, you are free to do what you like with your character as long as you stick to real life and the posting order.

An explanation of the SMS is in order. Basically, Rei told everyone that Interpol is investigating the underground racing scene in Monaco. She told them to be watchful of people following them and phone/computer taps. Also, a ?street? race will be held tomorrow night. A ?street? race is explained in the Underground thread, so make sure you read it before you sign you character up to race.

And sorry about the HUGE post. Guess I got carried away. :animeswea

[Kitty]

[size=1][b]"Yes sir, here is the key to your hotel room,"[/b] the hotel clerk said as she handed Carter a card key, a slight blush on her face.

[b]"Thanks. Oh, hey. Do you know any good places to eat around here?"[/b] The clerk thought for a moment before suggesting both the restaurant in the hotel and one a few blocks away that served a wide variety of fish by the name of "Poissons Cuit". Carter raised an eyebrow at the name when she wrote it down for him.

[b]"I don't speak French or anything, but doesn't that say "Cooked Poison"?"[/b] She laughed for a moment before reassuring him that food there was excellent and poison-free.

When he reached his room on the fifth floor, he dropped his suitcase and backpack on the bed and took a glance out of the window before he heard the buzz of his phone vibrating around in his bag. He pulled it out and read the message, which was from Rei. As he read it, he wondered why he should be worried about Interpol. He wasn't that threatening of a guy. He just wants to have some fun, that's all, he thought to himself.

[b]"Speaking of fun, that girl was pretty cute,"[/b] he mumbled to himself. As he unpacked, he told himself to remember to ask that girl out for a drink later.

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[b]"Rei?"[/b] Carter blurted out, spotting his old acquaintance. The brunette whipped around on her bar stool, surprised to hear his voice. As far as she had known, he was still out of town.

[b]"Crash! Did you get--"[/b] she paused when she saw the young girl next to him. When he noticed, he asked her if she would excuse him for a moment and brought Rei to a seperate table. [b]"Did you get the message?"[/b] she whispered, making sure no one would hear her.

[b]"Yeah. But who exactly are you inviting to this thing? I mean, I only know one person that might be a target for Interpol bugs other than you. The racing scene is full of ex-cons and shit, but seriously. If you were serious in your message, does that mean you're inviting [i]assassins[/i] to race?"[/b] he asked her sarcastically.

[b]"Yup."[/b]

[b]"Yeah, I thou-- ... Wait, there are going to be assassins at this race?"[/b] She nodded casually.

[b]"You in?"[/b] she asked, raising an eyebrow. He took a second to think about it before sighing and relaxing back into his seat.

[b]"Hell yeah. This thing sounds serious, so I'll be bringing my S7 from the garage."[/b]

[b]"Sounds fun. See you tomorrow night, then. I think you should go back to your date, though. She looks impatient,"[/b] Rei chuckled, noting the foot taping and constant looks over the shoulder from the young woman. Carter laughed as he got up and gave his friend one last wave before returning to the bar and ordering his date another drink.

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OOC: Sorry if it was short, Dare. I hope I did it right. PM me if there's anything that needs fixing.[/size]

[Disenchanted]

[SIZE=1][B]?Five thousand on Big Red.? [/B] Harrison announced nonchalantly, other players and people that had gathered to watch his display gasped and talked amongst one another in hushed whispers. He had just told everyone present that he believed, on his next roll, he would be able to roll a seven. He believed it so strongly that he bet the maximum of five thousand dollars.

Harry wasn?t accustom to playing craps or any other casino game for that matter, but his being in Monaco and all, well he just couldn?t resist. The game wasn?t that hard to pick up; in a fair amount of time he had amassed two thousand dollars and hopefully would be able to add to that sum following the positive outcome of his current bet. He held the dice in one hand blew on them for luck and threw them at the back wall of the craps table. The immediate vicinity around the table was dead quiet, time almost slowed down as the dice bounced around the green felted table.

[B]?Seven!?[/B] the stickman called out excitedly, the people gathered around the table clapped and some cheered, it was at that time that Harry decided to quit while he was ahead. There was no need to exhaust all of his luck in one night, besides; he needed some of it to race with. Collecting his chips and leaving tips for all the staff members, Harry cashed in and left, but not before downing a few drinks and chatting to a few young females. The night was still young and he intended to party at some point.

As he waited for the valet to collect his Maserati he checked his phone, a short line of text informed him he had an unread text message. The message had been sent during day, he had been too busy sightseeing to notice it, it was from Rei. He had informed her that he would be arriving in the country today. There was a race on tomorrow, excellent. Not so excellent was the fact that Rei was warning them of Interpol. Texting Rei back he wrote,

[B]-I?m finally here, how have you been?
I?ll be there 2morrow, driving the Diablo.
Heard from Crash?
Cheers,

Harry-[/B]

Sliding into the driver?s seat he shifted the car into gear and speed off down the road. His next stop would be a little more sightseeing and then the Monaco docks, hopefully Jager had received Harry?s message to meet him there. He needed a few quick jobs done on the Diablo before the race. If Harry was lucky Jager would agree to go partying or at least let him tag along, if not then there were plenty of bars and girls to go around, he might even stop by [I]Formula-1[/I].
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[ooc: Let me know if somethings wrong Dare, hope I did ok. Let me know if you want me to change something Sazabi. Sorry it's a bit short.] [/SIZE]

[Deadpool]

[color=darkred][size=1]Dustin let out a sigh as his phone began going off again. It was Rei's message about the upcoming race. He was going to race in this one, he had won his fair share of races put this was when he made money a different way. His second profession. He looked up from doing his inventory as the alram letting him know he had a new customer went off. [b]"Damn people. I got to meet an old friend"[/b] He remembered when he had recieved a call from his buddy Crash someone he had raced and hung out with several times before.

A perky female voice came from the lobby of the custom shop. [b]"Dustin is my car ready yet?"[/b] Dustin shook his head. Racheal was right on time like always. [b]"Of course."[/b] He came around the corner and took in the hot American blonde as he grabbed a set of keys that belong to the yellow Corvette coupe sitting in the parking lot of the cars they had finished. He was about to slid the keys across the counter when she set a wad of currency on the counter. [b]"Think you can hook me up with the usual"[/b]

Dustin couldn't help but smile as he turend around. [b]"Hey Carmen!"[/b] A busty brunette of Russian descent came around the corner as Dustin whispered in her ear so the other customers roaming through the shop couldn't here. He whispered into her ear, seconds later a smile spread across her face and she disappeared into the back. Dustin took teh money and slid it into his pocket as he rang her up and took her money for the repair work. He nodded to her as she left and grabbed his own keys to his Durango. He looked around going over the mental checklist in his head making sure he had everything. Satisfied he opened the door that led into the garage. [b]"Jack, you got counter. I got some important things to do. You get the stuff loaded?"[/b]

[b]"Do I look like I forget to do that shit. Damn quit asking me"[/b] He smiled his usual smile that showed his crooked teeth from years of being a bouncer. [b]"Yeah. The parts and kickers are both in your Durango"[/b] Dustin nodded as he left the shop and pressed the button on the keypad causing the large black Durango to unlock and start up. He opened the doors and climbed in catching Carmen putting a small parcel in the trunk of Racheal's corvette.

Dustin hit several buttons as a wave of bass swept across the parking lot setting off several car alarms as he pulled out of the lot and took off down the road. After almost an hour of driving he pulled into the docks, lit a cig and looked over the two bottles of nauss he had waiting for Harrison.[/size][/color]

[Anakoni Stark]

[SIZE=1]Brian got out of bed as he heard the clock buzz atop the oak nightstand, he wondered why the races were being held in a small country. He shuffled to his computer to find that he had two messages waiting in his inbox.[B] "Ok, one from the parents, and one from Rei....hm."[/B] He sat there reading through the messages. His train of thought came across his girlfriend, he sat there and thought about it.

[B]"She's gone now, nothing I can do. I mean she died of cancer... I'm glad she shipped my Ducati, though!"[/B] He sat there trying to erase her from his mind, no luck as he read the next letter:

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[B]"Yay!"[/B], he said flattly as he read it over again, [B]"I've got to enter this one."[/B] He typed back a response telling her that he being going to the race in his skyline.

He opened the next message with caution, he knew it was from his relatives who work for the CIA:

"How's Monaco going, Alex? We hope all is well for you, your first assignment is to enter the races, and win them. No questions asked. Love, your extended family, The Fishers."

[B] "Wow, I wonder how Uncle Sam and Auntie Katie keep a straight face, albeit they are putting their "son" on the line? Well they do work for the government..."[/B] He wondered, as he felt strangely weak. [B] "Gotta go, eat, to the bar it is, then."[/B]

He got dressed in his average outfit, and was about to leave the room when he realised he almost forgot something

[B] "I'm going to need this...."[/B] he muttered as he took his 9mm pistol and moblie phone, then shoved them into his pocket.

He walked down the hall, thought about taking a lift, but instead he ran down the stairs to the garage, he got into his skyline and turned up the stereo.

Helicopter by Bloc Party boomed within the car, as he pulled out of the garage and activated his gps to head off to a bar.

As he sped down the road, humming the words, and taking note of the local girls looking at his car and making notitions to call them.

[B] "This will be my heven, if my work doesnt get in the way."[/B][/SIZE]

OoC: this is my first rp, if there is anything wrong, please feel free to PM me about it.

[Annie]

[size=1][b]OOC:[/b] Sorry I took so long; I do have a life outside of the OB :)

[b]"So, you're telling me that you can't fight tomorrow night?"[/b] Jack puffed at her cigarette impatiently. Well, more annoyed than impatient; scratch that, more angry than anything. Could you blame her? She had arranged for the largest underground match; every name in the underground felt the shockwave. And here he was, sitting at his usual barstool, drinking his regular glass of "water on the rocks", spouting some shit about a race he had to attend.

The bouncer smiled delightfully in Jack's frustration, which started to trickle into her hands as she relentlessly polished the same shotglass time and time over. Mike Drossopoulos finally stood from his seat, waving his hand lightly at his friend.

[b]"No, no, you're just using that selective hearing crap you women have,"[/b] he wagged his finger, [b]"What I said was 'Hey Jackie, I have a street race to attend to tomorrow night. I may run a little late for the fight.' That's all. Not that I wasn't going to make it, or blowing it off."[/b]

Mike held a hand up in defense, while placing the other over his heart. He was the playful type, usually only in front of Jack, though. She, on the other hand, wasn't so easily entertained tonight. She threw the towel over her shoulder and leaned forward, placing her hands flat onto the cool wooden counter. Her hands slid slightly due to the small puddles of water formed around half-full glasses.

[b]"Fucking sweat,"[/b] Jack grunted, her cigarette dangling dangerously from her lips.

[b]"Aw, c'mon, Jackie, don't get all bent out of shape,"[/b] Mike cooed, propping himself against the bar, [b]"I promise, I'll be home as soon as my circuit is finished."

"You'd better be, Mr. D,"[/b] Jack plucked the cigarette from her mouth and flicked it into the sink under the bar, [b]"Because you do not want me to come looking for you. You do remember that night, don't you?"

"Yeah, yeah,"[/b] Mike mumbled, recalling the last time Jack went to find him.

Apparently, Mike had been running late to work, so he tried speeding through a quiet neighborhood. You know, shortcuts. Unfortunately for Mike, local police didn't like his idea and locked him up and impounded his car. Jack was called, informed that Mike borrowed her car--that got impounded--without permission, and he was in jail. She went to bail him out, but wound up being so furious that her precious Z28 was being held on a rather expensive fine, she ended up attacking Mike. When police officers tried to peel her off of Mike, she ended up "accidentally" smacking one of them in the face. Which, of course, turned into a small battle royale in the police department. Both Mike and Jack spent the night in cells.

[b]"Yeah, let's not do that again,"[/b] Jack smirked, laughing to herself at the memory.

[b]"You had fun, and you know it as well as I do,"[/b] he chuckled, [b]"Anyway, I heard Phillipe Baraccos is skipping out on the fight."

"Why wasn't I notified of this? He's the main fighter!"[/b] Jack ran her boney fingers through her hair.

[b]"Supposedly, he's afraid of you and didn't want to confront you about it,"[/b] Mike laughed now. The thought of a 6'7" tall man, weighing nearly 300 pounds, being afraid of Jackie, who weighs half of him, amused Mike to no end.

[b]"This is outrageous, man. I was depending on only two people; you and him. You guys are the only people everyone wants to see, and fight,"[/b] Jack, now disappointed, walked out from behind the bar and leaned against the counter next to Mike.

[b]"Guess this means the fight's cancelled for tomorrow?"

"Well, I have no other choice. No one's going to pay to see bums fight each other,"[/b] running her hands over her face, Jack felt her jacket pockets for another cigarette, [b]"I forgot to buy more."

"You don't need them. I keep telling you this-"

"And you said you'd kick my ass the next pack you found. You haven't lived up to your word,"[/b] Jack interrupted, [b]"And I'm honestly disappointed. We haven't fought in quite some time."

"Frankly, I don't want to fight you, Lady,"[/b] Mike smiled, [b]"So, you want to go racing with me?"

"What's up with this huge race all of a sudden?"[/b] Jack pushed herself from the bar counter and walked towards empty tables.

The bar had been dead for a while now, it was clean-up time. The night before always left a room full of empty bottles, half-full glasses of warm beer, the floor littered with burnt cigarette butts and peanut shells. Sometimes, if they were lucky, they'd find a lady's high-heeled shoe. Though no matter how many Jack and Mike would find, no one ever came back to reclaim what they'd lost in their wild escapades.

[b]"Not much detail in a text message I got a while ago,"[/b] Mike started, walking around to the pool table to put away sticks, [b]"but there's something going on within the enforcement. Not good, it seems."

"So, why all the attraction of a street race?"

"Not sure, guess we'll find out tomorrow night,"[/b] Mike cleared the pool table and tapped the green felt. This was his way of taunting Jack into a game.

[b]"Kid, you can't beat me in one thing, and that's pool,"[/b] Jack laughed and waltzed up, snatching a stick from his hand.

[b]OOC:[/b] Sorry if this isn't the best, I really couldn't think of much, and I know people are eager to write. Hope you can work with that Boss.[/size]

[Zen]

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Mike snaked around the pool table, setting up the triangle as Jackie readied her body over the table to break. She took a drag of her cigarette which lazily hung from her lips and gave a looked to Mike, smiling, she sent made her shot and broke perfectly, sending two stripes into the pockets. She rose up and exhaled a cloud of smoke through her nose and grinned as she made her way around the table. [b] ?So... what?s the business on this race thing??[/b]

Mike looked down to the table with a tad of frustration shaking in his eyebrow. He leaned against another pool table and watched as she shot again. [b] ?From what I can tell, it?s gonna be a drag-strip race. The organizer is some woman named Rei. Sent me a message, apparently found me by some means...?[/b] the ball went into the pocket alone and straight and she began positioning again.

[b] ?And your gonna go for it??[/b] she knocked the ball with the cue, narrowly missing a line up shot. [b] ?...shit.?[/b] she swore quietly.

Mike grinned and leaned over the table for his first shot. [b] ?Hell yeah. I need something from the ordinary... also,?[/b] he made his shot and knocked a ball in the corner pocket. [b] ?I need to show these wimps with their little Hot Wheels cars what muscle can do. Haha!?[/b] Mike rose up from the table and clasped his upheld bicep, making his way across the table for the next shot. [b] ?So... you want in??[/b]

Jackie watched as he made a double shot in the side pocket and dragged on her cigarette. [b] ?Sure... I might aswell add something else to show you up in.?[/b] she grinned as he missed his next shot in the same pocket. She leaned over the table and aimed for her shot while Mike sat back and took a small swig of an open bottle he had on the opposite table.

[b] ?That?s what I like to hear. Haha.?[/b] Jackie made her shot and turned a few degrees to aim up another. [b] ?So once that is finished, we come back, and host the fight... my adrenaline will be up then. Just means you?ll make even more money if I?m feeling good enough. Haha.?[/b]

Jackie made her next shot. [b] ?What do ya mean??[/b] she raised her eyebrow to her self as she readied the next shot.

[b] ?Open challengers... they challenge me, bet on themselves, and I... I mean, we, rake in the cash every time I knock ?em out.?[/b] Jackie finished her shot and now readied for the win. [b] ?What do ya think??[/b]

[b] ?I like it...?[/b] Jackie sunk the shot and put down her stick. [b] ?Bout as much as I like winning.?[/b]

[b] ?Ahahaha.?[/b] Mike laughed sarcastically. [b] ?Well anyways. I gotta send a message real quick. You start planning out how we?re gonna pull off the challenges. I don?t need any assault and batteries on my sheet, ya hear??[/b] he said, withdrawing a cell phone from his pocket and flipped it open.

[b] ?Just quit the bitching and let me handle it...?[/b] she growled at him as she made her way towards the bar and took out an old black notebook. Mike was busy texting on his phone. The two were in business...[/color][/size]

[Gavin]

[SIZE=1]Michael wasn't in a good mood to say that least, Banque de Monaco was the largest bank in the principality and as such a target by thieves. He sighed frustrated by a lack of sleep and a nagging ache in his lower back, if people wanted to make money illegally, why could they just race for it ? Maybe he should have rethought taking the job of security chief but then it was a useful cover against the likes of Interpol who for some reason were now it seemed more interested in street racers than drug runners and terrorists. He needed to race again soon, the Z4 was a powerful machine, but nothing compared to the Koenigsegg he also owned, and Michael needed to get into the driving seat of it and watch the scenery blur by. He was a drag racer by nature, but could compete in sprints and drifts if it meant racing.

"[b]Mr. Mulcahy ?[/b]" He knew the voice, soft and sultry, his assistant Sophie was standing less than a meter behind him. She was classically beautiful and one of the few perks that hadn't come expected with the job. She was also a damn good assistant and the best right hand that Michael could have looked for, and made his job as head of security considerably easier.

"[b]Yes Sophie, what can I do for you ?[/b]" Michael Mulcahy, smooth operator and ladies man. Her golden hair and soft blue eyes made her the object of desire and infatuation for most men in the building, hell probably most men, married or not who saw her.

"[b]You're after receiving a message on your mobile phone, I thought you would like to read it straight away.[/b]" She held the slim piece of communications technology in her hand, and was one of the few people he trusted to handle his equipment.

Flipping open the phone, he activated the message and read the content, his heart began to beat more quickly, he didn't think that Interpol were on to him, his position meant he worked with Interpol on a semi-regular basis and he would have some idea from outside contacts if they were after him. But the fact remained that there was a race, a sprint unfortunately but still there was a race and he intended to compete, quickly entering his reply, Michael deleted the message from his phone. He didn't think Interpol would have his office bugged, nor would they be able to tap his mobile phone, a few tricks he'd picked up on his travels ensured that.

"[b]Sophie, tell Mr. Davidov that I will unfortunately be unable to meet him for dinner tomorrow evening, something has come up which I?m afraid I cannot postpone. Reschedule the meeting for the following morning at that little café he likes to eat in.[/b]? She didn?t ask for any explanation thankfully, he?d come to depend upon her more than he realised. After a few minutes she returned and confirmed the new meeting time, Michael sighed in relief Boris Davidov was a wealthy client of Banque de Monaco and there?d be hell to pay if he was upset.

Glancing at the clock, Michael realised it was considerably later than he had assumed, in fact he should have finished up nearly fifteen minutes before hand. Grabbing his coat, he dashed out of his office, the head of the Banque de Monaco would have his head if he thought he was working overtime when he wasn?t necessary and Maurice du Blanche was not a man to get on the bad side of. [/SIZE]

[Ezekiel]

[SIZE=1]Kanaye pulled up to his hotel just as his phone buzzed in his jeans? pocket. He parked his Vauxhall, his Zonda currently being flown over from New York, and flipped open his PEBL to see the recently received text message. He grinned slightly and pushed the phone back into his pocket, resting his head back against his seat and drawing in a deep breath. The Monaco air was so clear and fresh, he realised. So different from his home of New York where the freshest smell, to him at least, was that of burnt rubber and exhaust fumes.

He?d also realised how quiet this place was. He imagined, of course, that the rural areas with farm markets and the like would be buzzing with life, but here in the upmarket part of the city was absolute calm.

He was suddenly aware of a suited man standing at his wing mirror, glancing down over his moustache to catch Kanaye?s eye. The young man promptly got out of his car and tossed the chauffeur his set of keys, watching nervously as his darling car was driven away to be parked in a safe underground parking area.

He had been informed that his bags were already in the hotel, having been taken separately by a taxi so Kanaye could drive his car in complete comfort. He was one of a rare breed of man who actually packed almost twice as much as he actually needed, which was laughable, considering the heat here.

He looked along the street and noticed a vaguely familiar face. He stopped as the man came dashing toward him down the street, seemingly trying to take off his tie, hold his briefcase, and pull his coat on all at the same time.

[B]?Ah, hello Michael.?[/B] Kanaye smiled, raising one gloved hand in greeting. Michael carried on running for a few paces before backtracking, smiling at the sight of his old friend.

[B]?Hello Kanaye. I?m sorry, I don?t have the time. Will you walk with me??[/B]

[B]?It?s not like I have anything better to do.?[/B]

And so they walked.[/SIZE]

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=#1874CD]The sound of the airplane landing awoke Katrina to a new sight. Her father had sent her to Monaco upon her uncle?s wish; however, it was her choice to leave the godforsaken environment her family called ?home.? As she stepped into the terminal, her eyes wandered aimlessly until something began to buzz and ring in her bag. She took out her MDA and read the text, grinning deviously before her eyes caught hold of a man holding a sign with her name on it. Katrina walked towards the man holding the sign and undoubtedly she found him to be one of her father?s associates stationed in Monaco. He introduced himself as Albert Grischon and beside him were two men she presumed to be bodyguards.

Chuckling to herself, Katrina walked towards the conveyor belt where she would have to find her bags but was stopped when Albert had explained that the two men had already taken them to the car. Raising a brow, Katrina turned around and followed the man she knew as Albert outside of the airport. The air around her felt clean, almost without humidity, something Katrina wasn?t used to; but, she felt cleansed and made no motion to dislike it.

Looking around, Katrina caught a glimpse of a black town car strolling slowly before them. She presumed it to be the transportation that would take her to wherever she was staying. She got into the car and waited for it to move out of the busy entrance way before watching the scenery pass her by. Her thoughts began to recollect themselves and once they had, she asked, [B]?Is my father sending my cars and bike over??

?Yes, he is, Ms. Kang. They?ll be at your hotel the moment we get there.?[/B]

A few stoplights later, Katrina turned to Albert. [B]?Drop me off somewhere I can get a drink.?[/B]

With a nod, Albert instructed the driver with a few words in French. Within moments, Katrina was let off at a quaint bar. Upon entering, she had found Rei, the one who sent her the SMS.[/size][/color]

[Gavin]

[SIZE=1]?[B]You planning to race tomorrow ?[/B]? Kanaye grinned at Michael as he spoke.

?[B]Yeah, might take the Koenigsegg out and show that Zonda of yours what a real racing machine looks like.[/B]?

Michael had met Kanaye in New York a few years back, the two young men had become fast friends, quite literally, despite the fact that Michael was eight years older. When you raced, age made no differences, it was all about who reached the finish line first. In a lot of ways, Michael had grown up in New York, he wasn?t known the same way as he was in Ireland, he earned his own respect based on his own skills. He still kept the silver and blue Honda in his garage, but it?s racing days were over, now it was an old friend that deserved to rest and be respected.

?[B]You always talk big Michael, if you didn?t have the wins to back it up, I might not take you seriously.[/B]? Michael laughed at the sentiment, Kanaye had beaten him a few times before, but they held roughly level pegging in races together.

?[B]I talk big ? You?re always the one who wants to put some silly bet down before we race. You remember the time we both had to run around Manhattan in nothing but our briefs because neither of us won and you wouldn?t admit I?d beaten you.[/B]? Kanaye chuckled recalling the incident with nostalgic glee.

?[B]If I remember right, the main reason you didn?t want to do it was because you were wearing big red hearts on your black boxers.[/B]? Michael scowled at the statement.

?[B]I?ve absolutely no qualms about what boxers I wear, and I?ll have you know old friend that most of the girls loved those boxers.[/B]?

?[B]I?m sure they did.[/B]?

This was typical Michael and Kanaye, firm friends who took the piss out of one another for fun, never intentionally hurtful, but they?d never let one another live down their less proud moments. Had they looked more alike, you could nearly mistake them for a pair of brothers.

?[B]So what?re you up to now Kanaye ? Don?t suppose you?ve an office job like the rest of us ?[/B]?

?[B]I?m a mechanic.[/B]?

?[B]Big surprise.[/B]? Michael chuckled, despite the fact that Kanaye rarely stuck for long periods in any one job, he always seemed to take the same jobs. ?[B]Suppose you?re moonlighting as a barman as well ?[/B]?

?[B]Is that your way of asking for a drink Irishman ?[/B]?

?[B]Is that your way of offering a man a drink ?[/B]? Michael winked, leading Kanaye to sigh in defeat. ?[B]Don?t worry, there?s a lovely little pub down about a hundred meters from here, you buy the first round, I?ll get the second.[/B]?

The pair continued walking, though most of their talking would wait until they actually had somewhere to sit and talk properly. The ?little pub? as Michael called it was one of the more exclusive bars in Monaco, maybe his new lifestyle as the ?reputable head of Banque de Monaco?s security? was getting to him. The vigilant sentry at the entrance smiled at Michael before casting a gaze towards Kanaye.

?[B]Afternoon Mr Mulcahy. New client ?[/B]?

?[B]No Robert, this is an old friend I just ran into.[/B]?

?[B]Any friend of Mr Mulcahy is welcome here.[/B]?

Moving through the door, Kanaye leaned beside Michael.

?[B]Mr Mulcahy ?[/B]? Michael could hear the amusement in his voice.

?[B]Don?t start.[/B]?

?[B]Oh I don?t want any trouble... Mr Mulcahy.[/B]? Michael exhaled, exasperated by his friend.

?[B]Just get the drinks Kanaye. I?ll take a whiskey, order whatever you like.[/B]?

?[B]Of course... Mr Mulcahy.[/B]? Kanaye flashed a grin, leaving Michael to simply collapse into his usual seat.[/SIZE]

[Sakura]

[COLOR=Navy]Hikari pulled up to a traffic light in her silver Porsche Carrera GT, her sunglasses veiling her eyes. She glanced over to the side, raising an eyebrow as a cocky guy in a bright red Ferrari pulled up beside her. He grinned at her and revved his car, challenging her to drag in broad daylight. Sakura never backed down from a race and nodded, revving her Porsche. The light flashed to green and Sakura shot forward, followed by the Ferrari. In a matter of seconds Sakura was past 100 kms and speeding down the stretch, leaving the Ferrari in her dust. She glanced into her rear view mirror, grinning as the guy tried to push his car. She'd known he wouldn't have beat her from the beginning, because she could tell from the sound of the engine, that it hadn't been modded well.

Sakura slowed quickly, shifting down as she applied break pressure. She felt her phone vibrating in her pocket and pulled it out, flipping it open and glancing at it quickly as she stopped at another light.

[CENTER][IMG]http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g282/bishie_owner/SMS_2.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER]

[B]"Interpol huh? Still trying to get us."[/B] Sakura shook her head, a smirk on her face.

She opened her Phone Book and hit 'Rei', putting it to her ear as she continued driving.

[B]"Hey Sakura, what d'you need?"[/B] Rei answered.

[B]"Where are you? I'll meet you and we'll talk."[/B] she said simply, making a turn with one hand smoothly.

[B]"Formula-1, I'm at the bar. Katrina's here."[/B]

[B]"Ah, good. See you in a few."[/B] Sakura said, hanging up.

She easily got to the bar named [I]Formula-1[/I] and pulled into a parking spot right in front of the entrance. She locked away everything, knowing that her guns were in holsters in her jacket and she had a couple of butterfly knives in her pants pockets. Sakura hit the immobiliser as she exited and walked into the bar casually, lifting her shades and glancing around, easily finding Rei and spotting Katrina next to her. She walked up and took the seat on the other side of Rei.

[B]"Katrina, Rei."[/B] she greeted, ordering a drink.

They greeted her too as they discussed things like Interpol.

[B]"Biggy?"[/B] Sakura questioned. Rei nodded, the investigation was huge.

[B]"Bah, we're too fast for 'em coppers."[/B] she commented.

Katrina chuckled at the comment, it was true, draggers often got away with pure speed, unless they did a surround attack, which they probably would.

[B]"So, gonna race tomorrow?"[/B] Rei asked.

[B]"You bet. I'm taking the Koenigsegg CCX to the streets. I haven't driven it much since I arrived in Monaco."[/B] she grinned, taking a drink.

[B]"Good good, this should be interesting."[/B] Rei had a glint in her eyes, one that Sakura recognised very well as she had it too, it was the lust for a good, fast paced race. Sakura couldn't wait for it either.[/COLOR]

[Redemption]

[color=Teal][size=1]Rei chuckled to herself as she watched Carter, AKA Crash, sit down with his date and got her a drink. It was rather amusing the way he asked her if there were assassins coming along to the race. She thought that Crash would have been used to this by now. Didn't he realise that Sakura was an assassin? Rei chuckled to herself again. The answer would be probably not.

Digging into her satchel, Rei took out her PDA and accessed the word-processing program on it. She entered Crash's name and what car he would be driving into a page specifically designed for her job as organiser of the races.

A soft buzzing rattled her handbag as her mobile was vibrating again. Rei sighed and took it out of the bag, flipping it open to see who was messaging her.

[INDENT][i]I?m finally here, how have you been?
I?ll be there 2morrow, driving the Diablo.
Heard from Crash?
Cheers,

Harry[/i][/INDENT]

Rei smiled and looked up at Crash. He would be furious to know that Harry was joining the race, with the Diablo too. She wanted to see his face when she told him Harry was back and racing against him. It would be priceless. But Rei decided to leave that to the actual race night, making a mental note to bring a camera. She looked down at the keypad of her mobile and started typing her reply.

[INDENT][b]Nice to hear from you Harry.
Good to know that you're racing.
Crash is too with the S7.
At his bar atm.

- Rei[/b][/INDENT]

After pressing the 'send' button, Rei set about organising a course for this race. She brought out her PDA and a large map of the small country of Monaco. It seemed hard to decide how difficult she should make the course. It was the first race in a long time, so there had to be some fireworks to get everyone pumped for the race.

The annoying sound of her mobile vibrating on the bar's hard surface echoed loudly in the bar. Rei cursed and picked it up quickly.
[b]" Sorry everyone..."[/b] she said to the occupants of the bar, who were all now staring at her. Again she flipped it open to see she had received a number of messages.

The first was from Brian. She didn't know him very well, but Sakura said he was someone that had potential in the racing scene. Rei wrote down Brian's name and entered his Skyline into the page of drivers.

Next was from Mike. Another person she didn't know very well, but he had street cred from the underground fighting arena. It was enough to get him on her contact list. And it also seemed that he was also messaging on behalf of a friend of his, Jackie. It looked like they both wanted in. But they didn't send what car they would be racing in. Rei wasn't a mind-reader. She had no idea wat kind of vehicles they owned, even though she had their rap sheets on hand.

Letting out a somewhat frustrated sigh, Rei messaged Mike back.

[INDENT][b]Mike,
What cars are you and Jack driving?
Need to know ASAP

- Rei[/b][/INDENT]

Yet another message from a driver wanting to compete. At this rate, Rei would have to run two races. This was getting far too complex. But then, it had been a while since the last one and people must have been getting antsy from not being able to feel that incredible rush of adrenaline.

This one was from Michael. He was the one who had the job at that bank. Rei smiled. She wondered if he was a prime candidate for the Interpol investigation. Unfortunately he, too, forgot to mention was car he was racing with, so Rei messaged him the same message she had sent Mike and Jack.

By the time Rei had read this last message, the bell tinkled to signal someone coming into the bar. The curly-brown hair girl looked up to see one of her good girl-friends, Katrina. She smiled.

[b]" Look who the cat dragged in,"[/b] Rei taunted as Katrina sat down on a stool beside her.
[b]" Oh you're so nice Rei,"[/b] Katrina said with a stinging tone.
[b]" How's it been? Get the message?"[/b]
[b]" Why else do you think I'm here?"[/b]
[b]" Point taken."[/b]
Katrina looked over the map of Monaco and then at Rei's PDA.
[b]" Wow... everyone wants in..."[/b]
[b]" You're telling me. I'll have to run two races at this stage. That's going to be difficult with the cops on high alert after the first."[/b]
[b]" What are you going to do about it?[/b]

Rei's reply was interrupted by her phone again. But this time, it rang.
[b]" Sorry Kat..."[/b] Rei flipped open the phone and put it to her ear. [b]" Hey Sakura, what d'you need?"
" Where are you? I'll meet you and we'll talk,"[/b] Sakura replied through the phone
[b]" Formula-1, I'm at the bar. Katrina's here."[/b]
[b]" Ah, good. See you in a few."[/b]

She flipped her phone shut and smiled. Katrina looked at Rei, questioning her about who it was.
[b]" Sakura. Wanted to know where we were,"[/b] Rei replied simply. [b]" She'll be here in a few."[/b]
[b]" Will you be partying tonight?[/b] Katrina asked, now looking at the map.
[b]" Yeah... even though I have assignment on Interpol to finish. How ironic."[/b]
[b]" Especially with this investigation going on. What's the deal with it anyway?"[/b]
[b]" I don't know but I think this race on tomorrow night will really weed the men from the boys."[/b]

The tinkling of the door announced Sakura's arrival. She walked over to the two young women and sat on the other side of Rei, ordering a drink for herself.
[b]" Katrina, Rei."[/b]

Rei and Katrina greeted her back and contined their conversation about this Interpol investigation. Sakura chimed in once and a while, adding her thoughts and views on certain points. The sky outside was starting to turn orange as the sun set in the east. Soon this bar would be alive with moving bodies and thumping tunes.

[b]"So, gonna race tomorrow?"[/b] Rei asked, turning to Sakura.

[b]"You bet. I'm taking the Koenigsegg CCX to the streets. I haven't driven it much since I arrived in Monaco."[/b] Sakura flashed them a smile and took a sip of her drink.

[b]"Good good, this should be interesting."[/b]

The three young women stood, Rei stretching as people started to filter into the bar. Soon it would be full of people - drunk people at that. She didn't mind the whole drunkness-thing until some people took it overboard and found themselves covered in vomit in an alleyway somewhere, having no idea how they got there.

[b]" I'm going to head back to my apartment to get ready to come back here. Want to have a bite to eat at my place?"[/b] Rei asked her two friends.[/size][/color]

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Ok [u]ANNOUNCEMENT[/u]

From now on there will be no posting order. Yes, that's right, no posting order. It seems that the RPG is far too slow with it so I'm taking it off.

And sorry about the delay in the reply. Internet has fried at home. Check the Underground about the new racing thread and the rules to racing, as well as info on the course for the race and just general information that you'll need to know.

[Deadpool]

[color=darkred][size=1]As Dustin carefully looked over the bottles of nauss and prepped them his eyes stopped on the do not keep near open flame. Dustin drew a long breath and blew smoke over the bottle. [b]"Well it didn't say I couldn't smoke near it."[/b] He took out his phone and sent a text to Rei

[b][i]Rei.
Will be at race but not participating.
Have to settle some delas before I race again.
Doing anything tonight?
-Dustin[/i][/b]

Dustin saw the flash of lights behind him and saw a security officer pulll in behind him. [b]"At least it isn't the police or Interpol"[/b] He turned off the Durango and hopped out as the man approached.

[b]"May I ask as to what you are doing here?"[/b] The officer raised an eyebrow.

[b]"Just waiting on a firend sir"[/b] Dustin fornwed on the inside. Harry needed to get here fast before the man got suspcous and called to have his vechicle searched.[/size][/color]

[Anakoni Stark]

[SIZE=1][FONT=Times New Roman]Instead of driving to the bar, he pulled on the handbrake, and did a 180, and drove back to his hotel room. "[B]You know I shouldn?t enter this race this time, I mean the Interpol will be there and if I get caught, who knows what the hell could-----[/B]" he stopped theorizing for a second. Pulling out his mobile phone, he looked through his phonebook, and dialed rei's number. He waited a calmly for a dial tone, whilst driving back to his room, with The Prodigy's "Hot Ride" playing through the sound system.

The phone had picked up

"[B]Hello?[/B]"
"[B]Hello....[/B]"
"[B]Rei, there something important---[/B]"
"[B]Please leave your message after the tone, thanks![/B]"

He let out a sigh of frustration, and left his message.

"[B]Rei, look, I know I didn?t tell you this before, but....I'm....a....undercover cop. Don't fret though, I can get the Interpol off this race, make them look into...um I don?t know, the underground prostitution scene...[/B]? he laughed slightly before continuing on, "[B]I'll be at the race but don?t expect me to be at the starting line. Ok see you around.[/B]" he hung up his razr, and let the valet do his parking. While waiting for the lift, he felt a slight poke on his back with a girly giggle.

"[B]Brian...I thought you'd stay in Vegas....[/B]" he turn around to his surprise, he saw his girlfriend, Jessica Wesker, standing there.?[B]Wait a second...aren?t you supposed to be dead? Either than or I've been drinking too much again...[/B]" he inquired as they both got into the lift, she hit the number three on the control board. "[B]No, I'm not an illusion; you went to my friend's deathbed.[/B]" She laughed playfully, as they both got out of the lift.

"[B]You do have a room right?[/B]" he asked her in a more serious tone, she looked a one end of the hall to the next. "[B]No. I don?t. Are you telling me you've moved on?[/B]" he stopped three steps to his door, "[B]No, of course not....[/B]" she smiled as her had heard this and ran down the hall towards him, she was going to walk into the room when he put his hand out to serve as a restriction bar, "[B]What kind of wine do you drink?[/B]" he asked, "[B]The really expensive kind.[/B]" they both smiled as they walked into the room.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[madwitch5]

JC?s at his guitar shop, getting his new shipment of guitars in.

" Hmmm... Dean, they're not going to sell well... but what the hell! I'll take them!"
He signed the shipment papers and yelled, ? Jack! Come help me get this **** off the truck!?
? You got it,? Jack replied.

Moments later, JC's cell phone was ringing. It was a text message from Rei - it read:


Beware. Interpol is on the hunt.
Stray dogs are sniffing around our territory.
Watch out for following lost Puppies and bugs.

Race is on 2moro night.
Will be a street race.
All who are racing,
Sign up via SMS
Tell car and person driving.

JC read this and thought, " I better tune up my ride."
He turned around and said, ? Hey Jack, close up for me alright??
? Close up? You got it,? Jack replied.

JC got in his Eclipse and went to 'Jager Racing Parts'. He walked up to the front desk and asked for his parts. The man at the front desk added up the cost and JC handed him the cash, asking how much it was to install the extra parts.
? 1000,? the man replied.

JC bought his parts and had the shop install them. When they were done, he took his ride and tested it on 'Highway 99'. The NOS kit worked great and the new tire and brake kits were great too. The sway bar was a wise choice and the Toyo tires were the best he's ever purchased.

Once he was home, he heard a beep from inside. It was his answering servicce. He ran over to it to play the message. It was from his mom - it said, " Hi hunny. How's Monaco? I hope you're having fun."

CLICK.

Later that night, JC was watching television when he heard knocking at his door.
? Hold on a second!? he yelled. He got up from the couch and walked to the door.

He opened it to have a woman jump at him. Before he knew it, JC was on the ground on the house floor with her on top of him.
? Gina!? JC shouted with excitement.
? How you doing baby??
? Amazing now that you're here!? JC replied, a little stunned.
? Ohhh, that's so sweet," Gina said, smiling. " So I hear you're getting into the street scene huh??
? Yeah, I am. But if you want to talk more, I've gotta shut the door.?

After closing the door, JC led Gina into the kitchen and sat down at the table
? So, want some coffee?? JC asked.
? Sure,? Gina replied
JC brewed up two cups of coffee and gave one to Gina.
? So... what?s new Josh? It?s been a while.?
? Well, like I said before, I've gotten into the street scene in Monaco.?
? Hmm... I see. Well you got a car for me?? Gina asked
? You?! I didn?t know you raced?!?
? How do you think I was able to pay my way through school??
? Well well, my girls' got a dark side. Who knew? So what happened to your car?? JC asked.
? Well, back in London, it was impounded.?
? I've got a Honda Civic out in the garage with the Eclipse. I guess you can use it,? JC replied.
? Can I see it??
? Sure,? replied JC.

JC brought Gina to the garage to see the Civic a beautiful gloss white with green tribal grafics.
? I love it Josh! I think I?ll just change the paint job and a few other minor things and it?ll be good to go.?
? You do whatever you want with it - it's yours now,? JC replied as he threw her the keys.
? why dont you pop the hood?? Gina suggested to JC.
? All right.?
Jc popped the hood of the car.
? Wow! Josh, this is impressive.?
? You should see my Eclipse,? replied JC, a proud tone in his voice.
? A NOS fogger system, a T-force turbo, and a direct-port nitrous injection - this is a nice ride!?
? There?s even more in there,? said Jc, indicating to the Eclipse.

OOC: Gina is JC?s girlfriend from the school in London Josh was waiting all this time for Gina to come to Monico but he didn't know when.