The bewitching race

The Bewitching Race - Chapter 3: The tenacious one

Entering the city, she sighed with relief. She was almost home free. She has been on vacation in the west coast for about a month and only now returning home. Another name she’s known for is Twinkie, no one knew her real name not even her own best friends. It was a hazard if anyone knew. Being one of the top 10 Racers in the country, she has a particular skill too. Gathering Information, Or rather, she knew too much. It was her main reason to go on such a long vacation. Being chased often for precious information she may know was wearing her down. Cops, Mafia’s and even other racers we’re trying to catch her. Her day job was to manage a cafe, along with her best friend known as Vain who was the lead servant.

Entering the city’s main highway and watching the colorful lights of every building, she was going down memory lane. She was thinking to quit the scene after some much resting time. She quickly snapped out of it when she noticed something familiar speeding up behind her. It was a jet black 1985 Buick Grand National, a car she knew all too well. “You’ve got to be kidding me... “

The car was owned by Giro aka Tenacious G. He was a racer in the top 10 as well, except he had joined the undercover police force 4 years ago. Only someone like Twinkie knew about it, to any other racer he was just a racer like any other. She shifted to 4th gear, and tried to shake him off using the traffic. Unexpectedly, she heard a voice calling her out in the CB radio.

“Welcome home Twinkie. I was wondering when you’ll finally return” the male voice said. Slightly shocked, she picked up the mic “If it isn’t Tenacious G. Sounds like you finally found my radio channel after all these time.”
“Finally did. I will have to thanks the convoy later.” he said with a grin “Now, now; don’t try to shake me off so soon, want to talk over coffee”. He sped up and brought his car next to hers and waved his hand at her.

Sometimes to her he was a bit of a pain. He always tried to get her to chat with him for reasons unknown, but since she knew he was an undercover cop, it’s not a risk she’d soon take. “This again. Huh... wait that exhaust doesn’t sound right..... Did you swap a V8 Twin turbo in that thing!?!?!?!?”

“Oooh you noticed? Yes i have! So you know you’re not getting away from me this time!” he teased.

Twinkie whined to herself before looking at him while he was waiving. “Fine, how’s this. Race me to the first intersection at the top of killbear valley. If you win, il give in and go for that coffee she played this to her advantage as her condo is locate on top of that hill.

He showed her a thumb up “Perfect! I’m feeling lucky tonight!” he quickly downshifted to 4th, and sped up ahead of her.

“Tenacious G. He most certainly lives up to his name. At least his cute” she smiled before catching up to his rear.

The Bewitching Race

Chapter 2 - "How many cops can a truck chuck chuck"

“Blazing rose, Blazing rose, do you copy?” Uncle Sam’s voice could be heard in the radio again after 15 minutes. It was a good sign for her as it meant a plan was in motion.

“10-4. what you’ve got for me?” she replied, turning down the music so she could hear.

“I’ve got Megan, Connor and Bill at a pit stop where you’re heading. They were taking a break after a long haul, on their way to the city to drop off the trailers in the yard.” The convoy were 18 wheeler drivers.

“Sweet. My guess is the rest area A65 just before the city?” she smirked.

“Got that right. They are set up and ready. As soon as you pass the A65, Flash your lights. Let them take care of the rest. Il join in right after on the next ramp.”

“Thanks Uncle Sam. Just for the records I’m not stuck. I’m just too darn tired to put it with this right now.”

Uncle Sam laughed on the radio “if you ever get caught by the cops one day il be a monkeys uncle. We all want some sleep after a long run. See ya soon Girly”

Hearing those words placed her at ease “Again, thank you uncle Sam. Over” she placed the mic back into the bracket under her glove box.

Quickly, she turned off the cruise control and stretched her legs to reach the pedals and clutch again. She was getting ready as she was fast approaching the pit stop A65 at 110 miles an hour in darkness, in the outskirt of the city, highways didn’t even have street lights.

5 minutes later, it was time. She passed the exit ramp for A65, and flashed her headlights several times. Next thing you know in the darkness, three 18 wheelers turned on their bright orange trailer lights. 2 sitting on the right shoulder, the other on the left shoulder. “Perfect. Just like old times”.

They started rolling forward right away when they noticed her, which gave her just enough time to pass them before they used their trucks size to completely block the road like a barrier. The M35 was a 2 lane highway per direction, each direction split by clusters of trees. The trucks tried their best to catch speed; they had to hurry to the next ramp to catch up with Uncle Sam because they were one truck short. They had enough truck to block the 2 lanes, but missing one truck to block one of the two shoulders where cop where already attempting to pass. Megan one of the 18 wheelers driver swayed her truck left and right from the last lane into the shoulder to prevent them from passing.

“Nice move Megan. We’re almost at the ramp. Connor did you just recently painted your truck to look like Optimus primes from transformers?????” she looked in her rear view mirror and laughed.

“Mmmmmaaaayyyyybbbeeeeeee!” Connor teased “what’s wrong with that? I’m a big fan so it’s perfect.”

“Yeah if you want to be an eye soar” blazing rose replied, quickly followed by Megan “You got burned Connor. I’m with her on this one” another voice appeared on the radio.

The laughter was short lived as they passed under the ramp, and Uncle Sam joined in next to Megan, and blocked off the remaining gap. “Have no fear, Uncle Sam is here!” he could be heard shouting in the radio. At this point, they had successfully blocked off the cops from Blazing rose.

“Thanks guys. I owe you one. Goodnight, and be good!” The Convoys replied “10-4!”. Blazing Rose clutched, downshifted to 3rd gear, and spun the front tires as she let go of the clutch, increasing the gap between her, the convoy and the cops for a quick getaway. She was safe for the time being, and heading home in the city.

The Bewitching Race

The Bewitching Race
Chapter 1 – “Let’s play a game”

Flying down the lanes of the Highway M35, was a metallic Red, 2005 Nissan skyline GTR. The loud exhaust could be heard bouncing off the dense wood around highway M35. It was 11:35pm in local time and nothing could be seen in the dark but a couple of bright headlights passing and going like the wind. This car was heading towards the city with 27 miles left to go.

The car was easily recognized by a mob of people in the racing world. Easily spotted from a large sticker in the rear window, a tribal design of a flame in the shape of a rose, “The Blazing Rose.” The driver was a woman with a small, slender, yet tall body. Hair was down to her shoulders and as dark as Milk chocolate, eyes as blue as the night sky. She looked to be the age of 28.

She took a glimpse of her rear view mirror, noticing wild blue and red lights behind her. She’s been in a police chase for the last 11 miles.
With a smile she whispered “Well I think it’s time I end this little tease. If i keep this up they’ll think they actually had a chance”.

With that said, she reached over towards the glove box, underneath it was a small CB radio mounted underneath it. She placed it on channel 4, and picked up the speaker. “Convoy, Convoy. This is blazing rose, 10-45.” [[10-45: All Units within range please report]].

Less than 8 seconds later, an elder voice replies “10-2 it’s Oncle Sam...... Where have ya been? Been boring around here lately. What ya need Girly?” [[10-2: Message received well]]

“Been feeling a little lazy tonight. I’m coming home from a long trip from the west coast. Flew by a police with a radar so now I got a bunch of cop hot on my tail. Need to lose them before I get to the city”. She sighed and turned on the cruise control so she could shake off a cramp in her leg.

“Aaahh... You got hung by a Kojak with a Kodak.” Uncle Sam snorted. “Let me round up the gang. See where they at. Where you at Rose?”

“I’m heading East on M35, about 25 miles from the city borders. Just passed under the M12 right now.” she then hung the speaker back into its bracket under the glove box.

“10-4” Uncle Sam quickly replied. [[10-4: ok. Message received]]

From there the CB radio was quite. She knew it would take a few minutes, catching the rest of the convoy and concoct a plan would take some time, but she was patient. Taking advantage of the silence, she turned on the radio, and activated the music on her USB. “M3RL-FEEL THE MELODY” was the first song that played and her personal favorite. She didn’t hesitate to tap two fingers to the music on the shift knob. As soon as she hears back from Sam, things were going to get fun and interesting.