- Created By twinkie88
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.
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