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Post by Cole Peyton on Dec 10, 2013 7:42:36 GMT 2
Damn, Regan caved. Now the stage was set. The mobsters simply starred at Cole as Regan huffed off, fully expecting him to follow suit. With a sigh that was more of a grunt, Cole marched over to his GT-R and hit the button to unlock it. "No funny business at the end. They'll be watching." He stated to the gangsters as he motioned over to the massive crowd, then slide into his GT-R. Honestly, it really wouldn't set him back if he lost this car. He had a lot of work in it sure, but he was fortunate enough to be in the position where the monetary value just didn't really matter anymore. Besides, he didn't even like the R35's that much anyway. Still though, he used to eat these guys for breakfast when he raced for Dieseli...it wouldn't look good if he lost to them now, even if there were a bunch of DTM pros behind the wheel of those Mercs. Not to mention, he wouldn't feel too good if Regan lost her ride in this thing. He rolled past Regan during the minute she spent fuming in the car and figured now was the time to set the order. "Hey." He said as he rolled down the window, though was unsuccessful in getting her heated attention. "HEY!" He tried again. "I have all wheel drive, means I'll have the advantage at the start over them. So I'll run first and you finish it. Be damn careful." He warned as he drove off to the line. Two matte black Mercedes C63 AMG's joined the parade at the start line, with one lining directly next to Cole. He had to say, if there was any consolation to this mess, it was that taking home one of those cars would be a damn fine trophy...but that was only if there was no sour business at the end. As quickly as this whole ordeal started, the two cars rocketed off the line with the GT-R predictably ahead from the advantage of an all wheel drive launch. The mad nerves Cole experienced all subsided now, and it was game time. The Merc hung tough on the inside of the first corner, dive bombing the entry so Cole couldn't shut the door on him. The result was a side by side drag race to the next corner, where the Merc's massive V8 was posing a serious challenge to the GT-R's V6. The two cars did their best to outbrake each other, which resulted in both on the verge of lockup as they tried to steer towards the apex. Cole was just a bit smoother of the power coming out of the corner, where the Merc spun its tires just a little too much. As a result, the GT-R took the advantage and its driver now had to focus on running defensively. This European guy was no pushover, he knew how to drive a car. That Cole had already established. It was really going to come down to a race of willpower...and who made the first mistake. The two cars flew past the line in a noisy dash to complete the first lap. The R35 was just ahead of the Merc with the black German coupe right on the Jap's bumper. Cole took a defensive line into the first corner, preventing any divebombs like the first move, but seeing that the Merc was still on the normal racing line, he did his best to wrestle the GT-R back over to take the corner as wide as possible. Neither driver was giving an inch. The powerful Merc seemed to be just a tick quicker at the end of the straightaways, but the GT-R was more efficient at putting the power to the ground, giving Cole a needed advantage off the corner that made it difficult for the C63 to get any sort of run on him. The young blonde could tell he had the Merc driver at the edge of control, and hoped that a series of good corner would force him into a mistake that would give Regan just a few extra car lengths of breathing room. And so Cole broke super late into the next corner, soon before the finish line, carrying in extra speed that made it unnecessary to run a defensive line. The car hardly wanted to turn into the corner without getting all tight, so Cole added additional trailbrake to set the weight on those front tires and force the car to make cut to the apex. As a result of the small but formidable distance gained on the C63, the Merc driver spun his tires once again on the exit trying to make up that ground, giving the R35 about 2 car lengths of breathing room. Those 2 cars lengths were held all the way to the finish line. Now it was up to Regan and that 370Z.
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Post by Regan McElvy on Dec 10, 2013 19:59:18 GMT 2
Regan's mind was already set into how she was going to drive the race with space to tweak the plan for various conditions that could pop up. In her head, she was running it through and tuning everyone out even as Cole hollered for her attention. Finally, she slowly rolled her head to look at him with eyes narrowed before rolling the window up to block him out. No need to be told what to do, she knew damned well what to do. She may have been new to the scene, but she knew how to handle her car and drivers like this. Aggression wasn't necessarily the answer, but it was certainly a part of it.
Taking a deep breath, she watched Cole and his GT-R take command of the first part of their little race. Even if the Mercedes was right on his tail, it was obvious who knew the track better. There a few mistakes here and there, but they weren't major enough to really screw him up. Regan pressed the pedal down slowly as Cole approached, hand on the brake until he crossed the line. She jammed it down and the little Z took off, barely jerking as she dropped gears. In the first corner she swung slightly wide going in, the other driver doing as she expected and trying to come in tight. Re brought the little car in tight, cutting the Mercedes off a bit and drifting through comfortably giving her the lead out of the first corner. The V8 had more power on the straight aways than her little V6, but Regan didn't exactly make it easy for him. At the end of each turn she would pull something that made it slightly harder for him to drive, and it wasn't necessarily funny business it was just more her driving her car. At least, to anyone watching it would seem that she was trying to get the advantage.
As the pair blew past the crowd in a near synchronized drift, Regan cursed as she lost a bit of ground that was going to be hard to make up. Now it was time to push her Z as far as it could go without blowing something in her engine. The first corner gave her some extra ground as the Merc driver blew too wide, giving her some space to pull up beside him and stay level. It was back and forth, she'd gain some ground then lose it. He'd try something flashy and she'd take advantage of it since on the streets, flash had no business really in her opinion. It was the final turn, he pulled in tight to swing wide and Regan just rode behind him to pull in the tight drift. As he drifted wide, tires spinning too much, Regan blew through the turn and headed for home. Of course he was gaining ground on her but it wasn't enough as she flew across the line with a car length to spare.
She turned her car around and pulled up beside Cole, climbing out and crossing her arms with a sigh. Great. They had won, would keep their cars and get two new ones, but that meant these mobster wannabes were going to be pissed. Just what she needed.
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Post by Cole Peyton on Dec 10, 2013 21:31:26 GMT 2
As he nervously waited for the second chapter of their dual with the devil to reveal a result, his competitor took it upon himself to complain to Cole about blocking or something like that. Not that he listened, he couldn't give the smallest damn of what people thought of his tactics. In the end, they worked, you couldn't argue with that. He was much to concerned about what was happening on the track to be bothered with what the foreigner had to say anyway.
His heart sank when he saw the 370Z trailing the Merc as they completed the first lap. Honestly, he thought it was over at that moment. That C63 just had too much top end speed. The Merc driver next to him took a few jabs at him, while Cole was just saying a prayer that somehow the outcome would be flipped the next time they came by. Apparently, that prayer was answered, as the Nissan just slipped past the German coupe somehow and held it to the finish. "OHHH!" Cole raised his arms in victory. "HA!" He said to the now dejected mob rep who simply turned to face the music from his boss. There was no better feeling than shutting down some high-rollers who got just a little too confident.
As the unfortunate reality was with these guys, this wasn't even close to over yet. He could only hope that they at least had the dignity to owe up to their end of the deal in front of hundreds of others. The same mobster and company who confronted them earlier walked their way once again to Regan and Cole, who both stood arms crossed leaning on their rides. The head gangster slowly clapped his hands though predictably wore a pronounced frown on his face. He then motioned for some paperwork which was handed to him along with two sets of keys, which he then laid on the hood of the GT-R. "The titles to the cars and keys." He said a little too quickly and turned to walk away. Luckily, Cole had spent more time than was probably healthy with Brian O'Conner, who's work in the FBI taught him many things including how to spot fake titles. This was something he taught Cole back when they were in Tokyo looking for those stolen exotics. "These titles are fake." He grumbled at the mobster as it took him less than 10 seconds of studying them to know they were counterfeit. He wouldn't have expected any less from those goons.
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Post by Regan McElvy on Dec 11, 2013 4:14:32 GMT 2
Regan leaned back against the car comfortably, a light smirk on her face as the slips were set on the car. Even she caught the fakes, looking up at Cole as he grumbled it to the mob. How dare they think it's really that simple? They were going to come back and steal the cars most likely, or claim the pair had stolen them. Of course they thought they were above the street racer laws and could find a way to get the ones who beat them, in trouble. It wasn't fair, not when the win was hard earned and certainly played fair, so now it was their turn to play the good guys.
Standing up off of her car, she picked up one of the slips and turned to the crowd. If he could pressure them into the race, she could use the same tactics on them. "The titles are fake," she called out to the crowd, smirking as they roared in disgust. "Who's a sore loser now?" she turned back to the mobster, holding up the slip and shaking her head. As she passed Cole, she slipped the two sets of keys into his pocket to hold onto while she played advocate. "See, I was trying to be nice to you earlier and you took it as an insult. Now, you're insulting me and my family and my friends by giving us fake slips because you can't take defeat. I'd like the real slips, and now. Otherwise, you can keep your piece of shit foreign cars and give 100 grand a piece."
Re stopped beside Cole after walking around the mobster in the same fashion he had Cole, arms crossing over her chest and shaking her head. Oh she had dug herself a hole and a half, but dammit she wasn't going to be played like that. Plus, the crowd was helping their case by cheering for the mobsters to pay up.
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Post by Cole Peyton on Dec 11, 2013 9:04:18 GMT 2
Cole couldn't decide if they were lucky or unlucky that the crowd was so enthusiastic tonight. On one hand the pressure put on got them in that race, but now the pressure was on the gangsters to pay up. Either way, at this point he wasn't going to complain.
Even the hardened mobsters felt like they had their hands tied behind their back. These two were a little too observant, and it was really starting to grind the gangster the wrong way. If it wouldn't be a messy play and scene, he'd just sooner take them out and be done with it. The crowd that worked in his favor now worked against him, and if his mafia was to have any respect among this scene, he would have no choice but to give his dues. He sent off one of his men to retrieve the proper title to the cars. He probably should've known the daughter of one of the best in the business would be just a little harder to pull one over. His mistake.
With proper title in hand, he marched his way back to the two and extended them out towards them. "Sign them over." Cole commanded as he produced a pen and tossed it to suit man. Reluctantly, he obeyed and initialed both of them before setting the pen down and looking Cole directly in the eye. "I trust that shall satisfy you." He then retreated back towards the rest of his gang in a hail of boos from the crowd.
Cole carefully examined the signed titles. "That's better." He dug out one of the keys Regan slipped to him in the exchange and handed it to her along with the title, looking at the two Mercs parked opposite of them. "Left one's yours. Right one's mine. Good job by the way." He offered with a smile.
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Post by Regan McElvy on Dec 11, 2013 21:18:02 GMT 2
Her eyes narrowed as the mobster stood there a moment, listening to the now angry crowd cheering and hollering for him to pay up. It was kind of expected that he wouldn't want to pay up because that would be admitting defeat and doing things the correct way. Thankfully someone went off to another car to get the real titles and the mobster threw a little kids temper tantrum of sorts. She made sure to watch him sign the titles over before standing up straight. "Oh, an' next time ya decide ter try an' fuck someone ovah so yer can steal tha cars back, best be t'inkin' straight." Regan shook her head. "Amateur." Her voice wasn't very high and she doubted the guy could hear her, so she turned to look at the title.
Quickly she looked over the title to the car she had won, making sure everything was as it should be before taking the keys. "Yeah. Thanks," she shook her head in annoyance, turning to walk over to the car. First things first, she popped the hood and started to look for a GPS tracker. If these guys were anything like true professionals they'd have wired this car to the nines. It took a few minutes but she found one little bug but that wasn't the last of them. Of course, hard wired into the electrical system. "Feckin' 'ell!" she snapped, shaking her head. "T'ey're hardwiyahed, ser if we pop tha GPS we'll 'ave no cars," she shook her head again, hands on her hips as she thought for a moment. There was another instance like this where she had seen this exact same thing and she had found a way to disable the GPS without disabling the entire car.
Biting her lip, Re reached into the engine, tracing the gps lines to their starting point. She winced as she wiggled the wire free and banged her hand a bit, stepping back to try the engine. Sliding in, she turned the key and listened to the engine struggle but eventually turn over. Sighing, Re shook her head, looking at Cole. "Reach inta tha engine, find the GPS lines, they're usually right behind tha fan belt fer some reason, an' pop it ou'a the main socket. Tha'll get us back ta tha garage, bu' tha' only temporarily disables it." Shaking her head again, Regan dropped the hood and gave Cole a look. "If yer were smart, yer'd get yer ass to tha garage an' do t'is tonight." Re tossed her Z keys to someone she knew so they could follow her, heading out to the garage.
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Post by Cole Peyton on Dec 12, 2013 10:07:14 GMT 2
Cole took the time to make a phone call to a friend of his to come pick up the GT-R, while keeping an eye on what Regan was doing over by the Merc. No surprise that they were being tracked in some way, he just would've guessed a chip being hidden somewhere instead of being wired in. Chips were a lot easier to do, but apparently these guys didn't take any shortcuts. One thing for sure though, it gave them a massive headache to deal with if they were gonna keep the cars.
"I bet its wired into the ECU too." Cole mused as he unlatched the hood and went hunting for those GPS wires. "Probably wouldn't be a bad idea to tear the whole damn car apart." He said as he found the socket and yanked them out with a little more force than what was necessary. This was one of the many reasons he hated dealing with gangsters. They were the worst sports you could imagine when they lost. A satisfying grin came to his face though as he thought about the mobsters trying to locate their precious German rides and getting static for a GPS signal. "As you say." He breathed out and followed Regan's lead into his own C63. After a few seconds of studying the unfamiliar layout, he hit the start button and the V8 jumped itself to life. He never really planned on owning a Mercedes of any kind, but like hell if he was going to complain.
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