Post by Kazuya Hikari on Jul 7, 2010 13:30:36 GMT -5
9:00pm, Saturday
Th sound of music suddenly began playing out of nowhere, as Alex pulled his cellphone out of his pocket as he walked down the sidewalk and looked at the caller ID: Drake. "Drake? What is it?" "Alex, sorry to call you like this on your free day, but I have a favor to ask of you." "What is it?" "I need a racer, a good racer, and you're the only one that qualifies." Alex stood there, silent, before sighing. "Fine, I'll do it, sheesh." "Thanks Alex, you're a savior, I'll make sure to pay you well for this. Head to the repair shop, I went ahead and called Jace and told him to get a Nissan ready for you." "Yeah yeah, whatever you say Drake." Alex ended the call and shoved his cell into his pocket, and headed towards the repair shop, reaching it a few minutes later. Drake O'Neil, was a race host and a good friend of Alex. He arranged high stakes street racing events that Alex often raced in and won.
The repair shop, Midnight Genesis, was a repair shop that catered to one, and only one particular client: the racers that gathered from all over San Diego, and raced against each other. If this sounds like the movie The Fast and the Furious, that's because it is. Alex saw Jace, a mechanic who worked for Drake and a close friend of Alex, waiting outside for him, and handed over to him the keys to the car. Turning around, Alex looked around, seeing some used Nissan cars that Jace would probably tune up, and one Nissan that was sleek and brand new, Alex had to wonder which Nissan Drake was talking about, there was only one way to find out. He pressed the button, and was slightly shocked, the remote unlocked the door of the brand new Nissan. Alex thought that Nissan was for someone else, not him, he thought the car was for another racer. Alex opened the driver's door and climbed in, then closed the door. He then placed the key in the ignition, and started the car up, and drove off, heading to the spot used for racing, an empty parking lot of a closed down mall. He stopped at a traffic light, and pulled out his cell, sending Drake a text message, telling him he was on his way, as the light turned green just as Alex sent the message, and was off once more.
A few minutes later, he reached the empty mall, or so it looked empty. He drove up the ramp that led to the higher levels, and continued going higher and higher, until he reached the spot where all the racers in San Diego gathered. Drake saw Alex pull up, and finished talking to someone before coming over, as Alex stopped his car. "Alex!" Drake called out, as Alex rolled down his window. "So, who is it I'm taking on this time?" Alex asked, as Drake bent down, leaning on the open window. "Him." Drake said, pointing at a young Caucasian guy who was leaning against his car, looking cocky and smug, his friends surrounding him. "His name is Ray, and he's good, very good, but not as good as you. Don't beat him too badly." Drake said, as he patted Alex on the shoulder before straightening up and walking back. Alex shook his head in amused exasperation, as he slowly rolled his car to the start, and stopped. He then locked the doors, and glanced over at Ray, waiting for the girl that would start the race. Alex faced forward, concentrating on the ramp in front of him, as he stepped on his accelerator while his other foot was still on the brake. It was time to show why Drake had called Alex in, and why Alex was called, "The Drift King."
Th sound of music suddenly began playing out of nowhere, as Alex pulled his cellphone out of his pocket as he walked down the sidewalk and looked at the caller ID: Drake. "Drake? What is it?" "Alex, sorry to call you like this on your free day, but I have a favor to ask of you." "What is it?" "I need a racer, a good racer, and you're the only one that qualifies." Alex stood there, silent, before sighing. "Fine, I'll do it, sheesh." "Thanks Alex, you're a savior, I'll make sure to pay you well for this. Head to the repair shop, I went ahead and called Jace and told him to get a Nissan ready for you." "Yeah yeah, whatever you say Drake." Alex ended the call and shoved his cell into his pocket, and headed towards the repair shop, reaching it a few minutes later. Drake O'Neil, was a race host and a good friend of Alex. He arranged high stakes street racing events that Alex often raced in and won.
The repair shop, Midnight Genesis, was a repair shop that catered to one, and only one particular client: the racers that gathered from all over San Diego, and raced against each other. If this sounds like the movie The Fast and the Furious, that's because it is. Alex saw Jace, a mechanic who worked for Drake and a close friend of Alex, waiting outside for him, and handed over to him the keys to the car. Turning around, Alex looked around, seeing some used Nissan cars that Jace would probably tune up, and one Nissan that was sleek and brand new, Alex had to wonder which Nissan Drake was talking about, there was only one way to find out. He pressed the button, and was slightly shocked, the remote unlocked the door of the brand new Nissan. Alex thought that Nissan was for someone else, not him, he thought the car was for another racer. Alex opened the driver's door and climbed in, then closed the door. He then placed the key in the ignition, and started the car up, and drove off, heading to the spot used for racing, an empty parking lot of a closed down mall. He stopped at a traffic light, and pulled out his cell, sending Drake a text message, telling him he was on his way, as the light turned green just as Alex sent the message, and was off once more.
A few minutes later, he reached the empty mall, or so it looked empty. He drove up the ramp that led to the higher levels, and continued going higher and higher, until he reached the spot where all the racers in San Diego gathered. Drake saw Alex pull up, and finished talking to someone before coming over, as Alex stopped his car. "Alex!" Drake called out, as Alex rolled down his window. "So, who is it I'm taking on this time?" Alex asked, as Drake bent down, leaning on the open window. "Him." Drake said, pointing at a young Caucasian guy who was leaning against his car, looking cocky and smug, his friends surrounding him. "His name is Ray, and he's good, very good, but not as good as you. Don't beat him too badly." Drake said, as he patted Alex on the shoulder before straightening up and walking back. Alex shook his head in amused exasperation, as he slowly rolled his car to the start, and stopped. He then locked the doors, and glanced over at Ray, waiting for the girl that would start the race. Alex faced forward, concentrating on the ramp in front of him, as he stepped on his accelerator while his other foot was still on the brake. It was time to show why Drake had called Alex in, and why Alex was called, "The Drift King."