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Post by Jack O'Conner on Aug 27, 2011 17:54:11 GMT 2
Jack stood over the bed, and made a small disgusted face as he watched his sleeping older brother. The slight trickle of drool coming out of one corner of Brian's mouth wasn't exactly a charming sight to look at, but he wasn't here to be playing some creepy stalker in the night guy. He had taken the liberty of letting himself in to the boat house, the door's lock was easy enough to pick, and by now the clock read 2:30 in the morning. In his opinion, it was an excellent time to do what he was planning on doing in less than half an hour from now.
"Rise and shine, brother. You owe me for that fist to my face." He tossed one of Brian's pants and shirts on his chest, both belonging to his brother's police uniform. He himself was dressed in nothing fancy and all dark. "Come on, sunshine. Wake up." He snapped his fingers in front of Brian's face in attempt to speed up the waking process. Tonight they, yes they, were going to hit the police impound lot.
He turned on one of the lights before he continued to rummage through Brian's stuff, looking for something. "I'm gonna cut straight to the chase, bro. We are going in through the front door. I've got a car waiting outside that you will have confiscated and are bringing in to the impound lot. Don't ask how I got it." He then found what he was looking for and tossed Brian's badge on to the bed before he finally took the time to stand still, even if it was just for the time being. "Now, I'm pretty sure at this time of day.. well.. night, they won't be bothering to look at faces too much or asking too many questions when you flash your badge. Just stay in the shadows, keep a low profile and we'll be good to go. Nobody will remember it was you and they'll blame the guy at the gate for his incompetence." He continued.
"Either way, getting in isn't going to be the hardest part. That's going to start when we're actually inside, since I'm not sure exactly where the cars I need are stashed. But I do have a somewhat trustworthy description of where to go, and I've got the swipe card and access code needed to get inside that area." He held up the card and the piece of paper the code was scribbled on before shoving both back in his pocket. Yep, he had finally had some luck and his oh so charming way with people, which he'd rather not elaborate on, had payed off. "Again, don't ask how I got that, because I'd rather not waste any more time on stories and explanations." The plan up until then sounded somewhat easy enough, but it didn't take a smart man to know it was anything but..
"The second suck part, as you can figure, is getting the cars off the lot in one piece and without getting caught." He had wanted to scout the place out first, see where any of the possible obstacles were (which there would probably be plenty of), but time was pushing and he needed to move faster on his deliveries. And thus the only option left was to say 'fuck it' and simply do it. "It's the part where we will have to be thinking on our feet, so I suggest you bring your cop brain in to this. I'm sure you can contribute an idea or two with your training to think like a criminal." Even if his last statement sounded like a cheap jab towards his brother and their difference in career choices, it was far from it. It was Brian's experience with people like himself, worse people than himself, and the trust he had in his brother that had brought him back here.
"And just so you don't freak out.." From behind his back, he pulled a fully loaded 9mm out of the waistband of his pants and held it in view. "Don't worry, I don't plan on using it. But I don't plan on dying or being thrown behind bars for the rest of my life either. Just see it as a security blanket." He shrugged as he shoved it back in to the waistband and pulled his shirt over it, covering it once more. He had a hunch Brian wouldn't be too happy about the gun, but he figured he'd better show it now rather than later.
"So let's get crackin', bro! It's show time."
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Aug 29, 2011 17:09:38 GMT 2
At the first few shoves and jabs Brian was still trying to ignore whoever was messing with his sleep. When he finally got some pants in his face it hit him. Somebody was in his bedroom and since he didn't have a girlfriend nobody had a key. Under the blanket his hand fumbled to the side fishing for his gun to teach the burglar a lesson.
The guy kept on rambling and rambling and finally Brian recognised the voice. Jack. What was he saying about the impound? Brian refused to open his eyes. Maybe, just maybe if he kept them closed Jack would go away.
The plan sounded though through...at least to the point of finding the cars. Then it got fishy. If Brian hadn't talked to his boss about some special leads and maybe having to do a bit of undercover work, he'd back out right now. There was no way he was going to steal cars with a loaded gun, not in a million years. But to his great surprise the new boss trusted him and his undercover skills and let Brian do his thing. Who knew, maybe he had another officer keeping tabs on him since the main suspect was his brother.
Even with his eyes still closed Brian recognised the sound of a gun being cocked. "Leave that at home. You'll not be caught with a weapon. They'll shoot you or you'll shoot somebody and then you'll be on trial for something much worse than grand theft." He opened one eye and looked at Jack. "Get out and let me get dressed, you pain!"
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Aug 29, 2011 19:20:35 GMT 2
Jack showed not even a hint of a sign he was going to do as Brian told him, not concerning the weapon anyway. It was a means of protection, not assault, and whether his brother liked it or not, he was keeping the gun on him. The only reason he had even shown it now was to prevent a freak-out later.
He grinned when his brother finally seemed to come alive. "Oh, come on, bro. Don't tell me you've gotten shy in front of me." His eyes moved towards the clock before he shrugged. "Two minutes. We ain't going to a fashion show, Brian." He raised his eyebrows in a 'understood?' fashion before he stepped outside and on to the deck. He didn't much care to see his brother's naked ass, but he did care about keeping a schedule on this job.
The car he had hustled for this was a mainly optically tuned Chevy Cobalt. Nothing too fancy to make him regret having to leave the car behind on the lot, but good enough to pass as a confiscated streetrace vehicle. While he waited for Brian to get his sorry ass in to gear, he leaned against the Chevy and put the gloves made of thin black fabric back on. He'd already left prints behind once, he wasn't going to make the same mistake twice.
"Come on, bro. Two minutes are up." He mumbled to himself. The clock was ticking and he was getting more anxious.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Aug 29, 2011 20:12:31 GMT 2
Brian appeared on the deck fully dressed in his uniform including leather gloves...just in case. Even his hair was combed, his badge on his belt and the gun in its holster. If Jack was going to bring one he didn't want to come in naked.
At the sight of the car his brother was leaning against Brian raised a brow, then pointed at Jack before he started laughing. "Do you know whose car you stole?" Of course Jack didn't. "It's alright. The guys a shitty driver and a worse looser." He popped the trunk using the lever under the driver seat and motioned for Jack to get in. "Climb in sleeping beauty. We don't want to cause any attention, do we?"
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Aug 30, 2011 0:13:46 GMT 2
Jack looked up to see Brian finally drag his ass outside. He couldn't help but snicker as he eyed his brother's attire. "Wow, look who's taking me to the prom! Shit, bro. Now that's just hot!" He pushed away from the car and moved towards Brian, ruffling his brother's neatly combed hair. He did say they were not going to a god damned fashion show, didn't he? That, and he had a few years of being the pain in the ass younger brother to catch up on.
He looked over his shoulder at the Chevy and grinned. "Mike Castillo's, right? Why the hell do you think I picked it?" The fucker couldn't drive to save his own life and rather spend his money on making the car look good, rather than good performance. He figured he'd do the racing community a favor by nicking the Chevy right from under Castillo's nose.
His eyebrow raised as he watched Brian pop the trunk. Did his brother really think he was going to be stashed in that fucking trunk for the whole ride? Funny.. "In your wet dream, Brian. I took the liberty of grabbing one of your spare shirts while you were still in a coma, so I'll be riding shotgun. It's not like they'll be looking at me anyway. Oh, and talking about sleeping beauty..." He pointed at the right corner of his own mouth. "You still got some drool there, princess." He smirked as he patted Brian's cheek.
"Anyway, all shits and giggles aside. I take it you know where the impound is..." He asked rhetorically as he tossed the keys towards his brother and got in at the passengers side. He would put the shirt on about a block away. He didn't feel comfortable looking even remotely like a cop when he didn't have to yet.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Aug 30, 2011 9:31:28 GMT 2
Jack held one of Brians uniform shirts in his hand. "I don't like that idea. They have cameras at the impound gate. Make sure to turn your head." But at the same time the cop knew he couldn't talk his stubborn brother out of the idea. So he sat down in the driver seat and turned the key in the ignition. The road was quieter than expected and Brian frowned. "Poser."
When Jack had sat down Brian pulled onto the road and ignored his stupid question about the impound. Of course he knew. It was part of his job.
Wearing the uniform reminded him that his undercover times with the FBI were long gone. They were much better than doing normal duty with the odd interesting case.
20 minutes later Brian pulled up a block away from the impound. "Time to beautify."
A minute later he warned Jack. "Camera's on the left. Let me do the talking."
He put his hat on pulling it low enough so the camera couldn't catch his face while he was talking to the guard. "Evening. We're bringing in a confiscated car." The man yawned at briefly looked at the badge the cop was holding up. Then he went inside and looked at his sheet. From inside he called out. "Lot 466. Far end left side." Brian nodded, rolled up the window and drove off.
As they rolled by boats, trailors and finally some cheap cars Brian asked. "What now?"
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Aug 30, 2011 15:52:22 GMT 2
Jack pulled the uniform shirt over his own shirt when they were less than a block away from the impound. As he buttoned it up all the way, he couldn't help but snort. Not in a million years would he have ever thought he'd be playing cop. They represented everything he despised, showing up when he didn't need them, and staying away when he did need them.. which technically was never. Eh, at least he made a good looking one, unlike those real donut munching bastards.
He slouched a bit more in his seat when they reached the gate, and lifted his hand as if he was scratching his head to conceal most of his face from any of the cameras. He waited as Brian did the talking and let out a somewhat relieved breath when the car rolled on passed the gate soon after. So far everything was going smooth enough. The guard hadn't asked any questions, nor had the man even as much as looked his way, just like he had expected at this time of night.
"Now we go and have ourselves some fun." He smirked towards his brother as he unbuttoned the first few buttons of his borrowed cop shirt. He'd keep it on for the time being. He would look less suspicious if they'd happen to run in to one of the guards. Though of course not even the fanciest shirt in the world could make him less suspicious when he had his hand under the dash of a car.. "And that's where the fun starts, bro." His smirk widened as he then pointed ahead to where building was dooming up out of the darkness.
"Pop the trunk." He commanded when the car came to a stop. He got out, opened the trunk and pulled out a duffle bag containing some of his trinkets. "You ready?" He asked as he slung the bag over his shoulder. He fully expected the answer to be 'no', but as far as he was concerned it was too late for 'no'. "Let's go, man." The trunk closed and he already made his way towards the large doors of the secured building.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Aug 30, 2011 20:37:26 GMT 2
"You look hot in my uniform." Brian teased with a hint of mischieve in his eyes.
Just like Jack asked Brian popped the trunk and saw what he expected. His brother had brought some handy tools. Briefly he checked whether the coasts was clear and nodded to Jack. "You are aware that I'm walking out of here well before you drive any of these babies out. I suggest you cut a big, fat hole in the fence somewhere far away from that lazy guard."
Brian followed Jack to the door and looked around again. "There should be another guard on duty with a dog patrolling the yard."
In the distance Brian could see a flashlight moving. "Over there." He whispered and ducked away from the door dragging Jack with him. "Wait until he's gone." Crouching down he could feel his own heart beating in his neck. This was strangely exciting. Maybe because he wasn't quite sure which side he was on right now.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Aug 31, 2011 0:29:38 GMT 2
Jack glanced sideways at his brother and snorted. "Not gonna be cutting any fences. Takes too much time and draws too much attention." He wanted to do this job as fast as possible, and cutting a car-sized hole in some fence was anything but as fast as possible. How else was he going to get the cars off the lot than? He'd think of something, but right now his main focus was getting to the vehicles first. The rest would come later. He always thought faster on his feet anyway. He almost protested when Brian dragged him away from the door, until he saw the beam of the flashlight himself. He crouched down next to his brother and waited for the guard to turn around, or at least change his course away from their position. Come on, come on.. The guard shone the light in their general direction and stopped his pace as if he was looking at something. The motherfucker hadn't seen them, had he..? But then the man turned and continued his path in a different direction. Phew.."Alright. Let's do this and let's do it quick, bro." He stood up and adjusted the duffel bag on his shoulder. His hand reached in to his pocket as he made his way back to the door and out came the card, along with the small piece of paper. "Keep your eyes peeled, will ya?" It wasn't even a question as he focused on the small device right next to the door. Everything relied on this piece of shit now. If he had the wrong card, or code.. he wouldn't be a happy camper. He took in a deep breath before he swiped the card through the device and typed in the code from the paper. An electronical beep sounded once before a small green light blinked on. "Oh yeah, open sesame, bitch." He smirked as the doors unlocked themselves and slowly rolled open, revealing a variety of impounded, but most of all, expensive cars. His smirk grew as he walked inside and he dropped the duffel bag on the floor, kneeling down by it and unzipping it. Soon he tossed a flashlight towards his brother before he stood up. "You go look for the Aston Martin DBS, should be a silver one. I'll take care of the MG XPower." He turned on his own flashlight and could barely keep his excitement out of his expression as he moved further in to the building. There was nothing better than the rush of boosting fast cars, except maybe sex...
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Aug 31, 2011 9:34:42 GMT 2
Brian raised an eyebrow at the card in Jacks hand. "Do I want to know what you had to do to get that card?" With even more surprise he added. "And code?" Jack must have gotten it from his employer.
He quickly closed the door behind them and stopped right there. While his brother was already heading towards one of the cars Brian checked the place for cameras. If they stored the expensive stuff here there would surely be some sort of security. It too him a while until he spotted it in the dark building. Then he walked towards it and shone his flashlight right in the lense. "Bro, I need something to cover this lense...hey,..." His eyes fell on the fire extinguidsher not too far away on the wall. With quick steps he walked over, grabbed it and then shone his light in the camera again to avoid getting filmed before he sprayed a good load of foam onto the lense. "Done."
He turned around to see Jack getting to work on a car. "DBS...DBS..." Wandering around between various hot, expensive car Brian searched for the Aston Martin. For a moment he stopped in front of an Eclipse and eyed it. "You'd make a nice addition for my collection." He whispered to the car almost tempted but then walked away. The giddiness and excitement that breaking into the lot and looking at great cars, well stealing them brought him was something he refused to accept. He didn't want to slip to that level.
In the corner he finally found it. "Got it. I need some tools. Hurry!" Brian had no desire to get busted by some stupid night watch guy.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Aug 31, 2011 14:28:53 GMT 2
Jack walked passed the first row of cars. "I told you not to ask any questions, didn't I? And no, you don't want to know." His flashlight shone over the hood of various cars while a low whistle left his mouth. The rich and richer of Miami sure had their taste. It was almost a shame to see all these beauties unused here... almost. His light shone over another hood, illuminating the MG logo completely and a smirk crossed over his face. You didn't see a beast like this very often, and it had been a surprise to see one of them on the police impound list. All the better for him though...
He heard his brother say something, but ignored it completely. Whatever problem Brian had stumbled upon, it was just that, his problem. His hand admiringly glided over the paint job of the car door until his fingers reached the handle and tried it. Locked. Of course... He rummaged through the duffel bag until he found the slim jim he was looking for.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. This'll only take a second.." He mumbled as he slid the tool between the window and weather strips on the passengers side. He moved it a bit until the door finally unlocked. "Now that's a good girl." He opened the door and immediately reached for the handle of the hood, popping it. He opened the hood up all the way and disconnected the battery cables when he heard Brian ask for tools.
"Try this one." He tossed the slim jim towards his brother. "I hope you still know how to use it, bro." He smirked before he went back to locating the ignition cable. He found it, and with some small alterations he had the engine roaring to life. As the engine idled quietly, he put the cables where they belonged and closed the hood back down while his eyes turned towards Brian and the Aston Martin.
"You almost done? It's getting time to go." He moved towards his brother and watched him work the DBS. "Come on, man. What's this? The special Olympics in car boosting? If you need help, just ask, bro." He grinned as he leaned one of his hands on the roof of the car. It was amusing to watch a cop in full uniform, his brother, try and jack a car from the police impound of all places. You didn't get to see that everyday..
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Aug 31, 2011 21:02:46 GMT 2
"Shut up." Brian groaned while he was trying to unlock the door with the slim jim. Admittedly the joke was kind of funny. It had been a long time since he'd boosted a car. Finally the click gave away that the door was open and Brian place his hands on the roof of the car. "Now explain to me how you are going to drive two of these babies out of here because I'm not planning on doing that."
On top of that it was dawning on him that his brothers 'strategy to get out' was to simply brake through the front gate. He raised his brows while he sat down in the drivers seat and reached under the dash fumbling for the cables. "You know they have guns. You can't drive out the front...unless...." He slowly walked towards Jack.
"Either you lock the guards in or you create a distraction. Sorry, we!" He smirked. For some reason this was more fun than it should be.
A roar gave away that he hadn't lost his touch completely.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Aug 31, 2011 22:44:47 GMT 2
Jack furrowed his brow at Brian's words. The whole reason he had brought his brother on this job was because he needed a second driver. That, and he had needed an easy way in to the impound lot. "You're shitting me, right? You take it all this way, and then you decide to grow a conscious?" He moved his hand away from the roof of the car and shoved his brother. "You better be fucking kidding, man." Or he would not be above kicking Brian's ass right here and now.
He then shrugged. He had something in mind. His brother wouldn't appreciate it, but... who cared. "Distraction, a little bit of chaos.. it's all the same, ain't it? Either way, I'm way ahead of you, bro." He smirked as he walked back towards the idling MG to grab a flat headed screwdriver from his gear. With the tool in hand, he moved towards the nearest car, the Eclipse Brian had admired a few minutes ago, and pried the gas tank open. Next he tore off a big chunk of the borrowed uniform he was wearing and shoved the rag in the hole. "That's one. Hope you weren't too attached to this shirt, bro.." He mumbled and moved on to another car, prying the gas tank open and doing exactly the same as he had with the first.
"Always wanted one of those 'big bang' exits." He grinned as he now walked towards the doors and pushed them fully open. "I suggest you roll that beauty out of here, you're already an accomplice anyway, bro. I'll be close behind." He took his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and placed one loosely between his lips, lighting it soon after and taking in a breath of smoke. There was no longer any doubt on what he was about to do. The explosions would attract more than enough attention to draw any guards to this side of the lot, and by the time they had figured out what had happened, any evidence of them even being there would be burned and he and his brother would already be taking these ladies towards the docks. The whole idea might seem insane, and it probably was, but he never did claim to be sane. Maybe he had watched too many action movies as a kid...
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Aug 31, 2011 23:09:07 GMT 2
As soon as Brian had figured out what exactly Jack's plan was he tried to stop him. Raising his hands he stepped closer. "Wait, Jack. Don't do that. That's insane. You'll cause a chain reaction and blow them all up and where do you go shopping then?" That wasn't part of the plan and if his boss got wind of Brian being part of blowing up thousands, maybe millions of dollars he'd surely have his ass on a sliver platter.
When Jack lit the smoke Brian threw his hands up in the air and ran them through his hair. "Fuck! Don't!" Had Jack lost his mind. He could not only blow up the cars but maybe one of the watchmen or maybe even him.
Quickly he stepped forward and snatched the cigarette out of his brothers mouth and reached for his lighter. "Hand it over, you crazy mofo!"
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Aug 31, 2011 23:54:26 GMT 2
Jack furrowed his brow when the cigarette was pulled from his mouth. Shit, he had expected some protest from his brother, but a full blown hissy fit? "First of all you don't go to the same place twice, and second... why the hell do you care about some rich people's toys?" He raised his eyebrows as he pushed Brian away from him and kept his lighter out of reach. Was he crazy? He didn't think so, well.. maybe a little. "Come on, man. Unless you got a better idea, we need a fast and decent distraction." He was sure there could be other ways, but really.. what was the fun in that? He wanted to hit the cops and the rich fuckers of Miami as hard as he could tonight, and this distraction was just the perfect excuse for it.
He let out a huff as he watched Brian's unchanging expression. "If I had known you turned in to chicken shit over the years.." He growled as he pushed passed his brother. He slipped behind the wheel of the MG, revving the engine louder than was necessary before he drove it outside. After putting the car in neutral and on the handbrake, he got out and came back inside with the an expression of suppressed anger on his own face.
"I'll give you two seconds.." Whether those two seconds were for Brian to haul his ass out of here (with or without the Aston Martin) before he lit up the place, or whether they were for his brother to come up with something else, he didn't clarify. Either way, Brian should better hurry his ass, because his finger was already playing with the lighter's ignition as he moved closer to the Eclipse.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Sept 1, 2011 0:03:09 GMT 2
Oh no, his brother was really going to do it. Brian had noticed the change of expression and the anger. He'd seen it many times before and knew that his brother wasn't to be messed with. Why he was so angry? Brian had no idea. But he was and he was holding a lighter.
The choice of being blown up or making a run for it was easy. Poor Eclipse Brian thought before he hurried to the Aston Martin and got in. He pushed down the gas and manouvered through the parked cars to get the beauty out of the building before it would get toasted, too.
Out of the window he shouted. "Let's just ..." He couldn't come up with any else than. "...hit the barrier."
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Sept 1, 2011 1:19:59 GMT 2
Jack watched Brian move towards the Aston, just like he had expected. Deep down he was aware he was dragging his brother further and further down with him, using him to save his own sorry ass. He should feel guilty, and somewhere he did, but for some reason it was not enough to at least try and walk away from the life he had chosen. He figured their old man was right. He was a trouble-making little dick (though the old man always used 'brat' instead of 'dick'), and he did always seem to revel in it... that was until it started biting him in the ass and he needed big bro to help him out.
"Fuck it.." He mumbled at his own thoughts and flicked the lighter on. He raised it a bit and watched the small flame dance in front of his eyes before he snorted. "Hit the barrier? And then what? They'll be on us like flies on a pile of shit within seconds, and you know it, bro!" Whether he was having second thoughts or not, that at least was the truth. They needed something to haul the attention away from them, and this.. this was still one of the most effective and fastest ways to do it. His hand moved down, and within a moment the fire ate away at the fabric. He hurried towards the second car and did the same, lighting the rag before he ran outside.
"Don't head for the gate straight away! Give them some time to come this way, alright, bro! Go!" He shouted as he slipped behind the wheel of the MG. His foot pressed down on the gas, and not a moment too soon, the building behind them lit up with loud roaring thunder. Holy shit... Everything seemed to vibrate as the windows in the roof burst out and broken glass and roof tiles rained down, but the walls seemed to hold it.. for now.
His eyes left his rear-view mirror as he drove the MG on to the next lot. There he pulled the car in to an empty space between a van and a truck where he waited until a first, a second.. and even a third guard had passed by. All were shouting and motioning towards the burning mess, none were paying attention to the expensive car as it pulled back out of the spot behind their backs. His destination now was the gate, and he could only hope the bastard at said gate had been attracted by the big boom as well...
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Sept 1, 2011 12:03:55 GMT 2
"Damnit." Brian muttered as he watched Jack light the rag that used to be his uniform on fire. Now he had to be fast because sitting in a warehouse full of cars that are about to blow up wouldn't be any fun.
He hit the gas but then though better of it and as soon as he left the warehouse slowed down, turned the lights off and rolled off to the other side. At least this move was clever. The explosion damn near made him deaf and he pulled his head in as if that would help. Of course he looked back to see the blast of fire inside the warehouse.
Brian had to work hard to slow his own breathing as adrenalin rushed through his veigns.
As soon as the guards were busy with the explosion Brian slowly rolled towards the fence and along it towards the gate. Damn gatekeeper was still holding his position but had his eyes trained on the fire. Suddenly he walked inside, probably to place an emergency call.
"Now!" Brian shouted and hit the gas. At least the guy couldn't shoot at the while he was inside the gatehouse. The engine roared to life and the Aston Martin lunged towards the barrier. "Sorry, bro, but this baby is going to get some scratches." Covering the side of his face for the camera he hit the barrier full blast and sent pieces of it flying through the air. A second later he was on the public road and gunned it. In his rearview mirror he was watching for Jack who was more likely to get a bullett in his ass since he was the second one to go through.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Sept 1, 2011 22:54:38 GMT 2
Jack didn't need to get a signal from his brother. He didn't like the fact the fucking gate guard had stayed behind, but there was no more time for creating another distraction. (Not that he could even think of one.) The Aston Martin already crashed through the barrier, most likely taking up a few dents and scrapes along the way.. the kind he would most likely have to take care of before the delivery, and his fist hit the steering wheel. "For fuck sake, Brian!" He cursed as he stepped on the gas himself.
The MG surged forwards, straight towards the already broken barrier. He could see the guard turning just then, and a flash of silver in the badly lit gatehouse. It didn't take a smart man to know what it was. His head ducked down when a shout and a gun shot rang through the air, before a second one followed when he swerved the car out on to the public street. Neither one seemed to have hit their target, but he wouldn't be sure until they made it to their destination. Sirens already howled in the background. Fire brigade, but no cops.. yet.
He gunned the engine more and pushed forward, moving up next to the Aston Martin his idiotic brother was driving. His eyes refused to look at the damage on the DBS, caused only moments ago, as he motioned to Brian to follow him. The warehouse near the industrial docks of Miami was located not far from the impound lot, another reason why the place seemed to have been a good idea to hit.. although, with his stunt, Brian by now probably thought different. Fuck it. In his opinion, he did what he had to do.
No longer than 15 minutes later, and without being caught on by the popos, he drove the MG in to the industrial area. He cut off the headlights as he reached the warehouse he was 'renting' and shifted to neutral before he got out of the car. After unlocking the padlock and removing the chain, he pushed the door up, revealing his own black Evo behind it. He then turned and, as he walked back to his expensive catch of the night, he motioned for Brian to drive the Aston inside.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Sept 1, 2011 23:06:52 GMT 2
The shots almost made Brian's heart stop. Even though he hated Jacks gutts right now he didn't want to see him die. To his relief his brother made it without a scratch and he hit the gas letting out the first curse of a long string.
All the way to the warehouse he spat out every damn swear word he knew and thought about the many ways to tell his brother what he thought about his genius idea of blowing up thousands of bucks.
Brian opted for the only language Jack understood. He rolled into the warehouse, got out of the car with the engine still running and knocked Jacks stupid smirk off his face and him on his ass with his balled fist.
Then he turned around without a word and went back to the car to turn the engine of muttering. "You stupid fuck!"
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