Post by General Cheese on Mar 13, 2006 0:52:41 GMT -5
Two men in black suits talked casually, occasionally laughing in their hearty conversation. It was a perfectly ordinary situation in the City of Neopolis. Or at least it would have been if they hadn't been standing next to an extremely exotic-looking car. The engine of the ebon vehicle hummed softly, lazily purring away as a pair of hidden eyes peered malevolently at the beautiful car. Like a beloved house cat, the taller and plumper of the two conversing men stroked the hood of the exotic vehicle.
"So you say it's the best you have, eh? The fastest and most state-of-the-art out on the market?" inquired the man greedily, wringing his hands in unbridled anticipation.
The other man nodded with a eager grin, knowing that he had this guy hook, line, and sinker. "Yes, Mayor. Built with a rocket engine, it's almost pushing street legality," he winked, nudging the doughy man slightly.
The Mayor allowed a grin to spread on his pink face, but there was still look of businessman-ship on his face. "Before I buy this... Exactly how much does it cost?"
The car salesman's grin visibly diminished. "It... em... 4.6 million, Mr. Mayor," he muttered almost inaudibly. The Mayor's vigor didn't seem to be exhausted at all, for he took the salesman's hand and shook it with two hands. "I'll take the car... in cash! But you do realize that if this car isn't as good as it costs, than... well, you're a smart man. You can use your imagination."
The car salesman's sleazy grin returned to his face.
"Or course, Mayor! You have nothing to worry about! Now, come to my office so we can discuss the papers," he said, ushering the large Mayor into a nearby building.
The instant the door shut between the two men, the concealed spectator stepped away from the barrels that he had been hidden behind; he brushed off the sleeve of a black jacket absently and walked to the car that matched the hue of approximately every article of clothing he possessed. Dark crimson eyes were fixed upon the wheel of the car, the precious image only being interrupted by the occasional blink. It was perfect. The key was still in the ignition, and almost everyone had gone home except the mayor and the owner of the place, who was probably getting the Mayor to sign the contract at that very moment. Realizing he was running out of time, the dark-clothed figure tried the car door, beaming when he found it was unlocked.
But the moment he sat down in the leather seat and shut the door, an obnoxiously loud alarm shattered the tranquility that had hovered pleasantly in the air. With a stream of curses, the hijacker slammed a heavy foot onto the gas pedal, causing the car to rocket forward and crashing through the iron gate that enclosed the dealership.
The Mayor and the salesman ran outside at the sounds, both nearly having heart attacks at the scene that their eyes beheld. The Mayor, crimson-faced, grabbed the salesman by the collar, screaming in his face, "You'd better get that car back unscratched right now!" He threw the poor man across paved ground, tearing off a gray toupee and cursing loudly. The salesman scrambled for his cell phone, hastily dialing for the authorities...
At 400 miles per hour, one is practically invincible on the road. And for the hijacker, luck was on his side. Practically no one was on the toll road, allowing him to almost literally fly across the roads with no one to put a damper on his joy ride. That was until the faint glow of red and blue lights were visible on the rear-view. If the hijacker had known that the cops had access to NOS, he might have planned this a little more thoroughly. He sighed with frustration, slamming a fist onto the horn. He knew that if he slowed down even a little bit, the police would be able to catch up. His spirits dropped even more when he saw police lights ahead of him.
There was no escape.
"Unless..." he muttered aloud, eyes wandering to the red button on the dash. Without a second thought, he pressed the button, immediately activating the rocket engine; the additional thrust boosted him to 600 miles per hour. Any in his way would be pulverized, and the police forming the blockade ahead knew that. The hijacker was pleased when they quickly moved their cars out of the way in fear of being obliterated, allowing him to speed along unhindered. But his happiness was short lived when he saw a whole squadron of police cars pursuing him in the rear-view.
The hijacker noticed that he was entering the portion of the city that was most active at 12 am in the morning: Downtown. Neon signs glowed, advertising clubs and bars. People walked the streets as if it was 3 pm in the middle of the day. The hijacker knew he was taking an enormous risk. He became conscious of the fact that the spiked and studded bracelets he wore made his wrists sweat immensely. For the first time in a while, his eyes wandered to his reflection. A handsome white-furred Lupe dressed all in black stared back at him. The scream of a woman brought him back to attention, causing him to cast his eyes back in front of him.
But it was too late.
He was heading straight for a large club-building. Turning at his speed was impossible. It was jump or die. The hijacker chose to jump out of a vehicle that was traveling at 600 miles per hour. He crashed out of the window, gravity causing him to be flung into alley. The last thing he felt was being flung into a large dumpster and the immense heat of the car's explosion. Then he went cold, going completely numb.
"So you say it's the best you have, eh? The fastest and most state-of-the-art out on the market?" inquired the man greedily, wringing his hands in unbridled anticipation.
The other man nodded with a eager grin, knowing that he had this guy hook, line, and sinker. "Yes, Mayor. Built with a rocket engine, it's almost pushing street legality," he winked, nudging the doughy man slightly.
The Mayor allowed a grin to spread on his pink face, but there was still look of businessman-ship on his face. "Before I buy this... Exactly how much does it cost?"
The car salesman's grin visibly diminished. "It... em... 4.6 million, Mr. Mayor," he muttered almost inaudibly. The Mayor's vigor didn't seem to be exhausted at all, for he took the salesman's hand and shook it with two hands. "I'll take the car... in cash! But you do realize that if this car isn't as good as it costs, than... well, you're a smart man. You can use your imagination."
The car salesman's sleazy grin returned to his face.
"Or course, Mayor! You have nothing to worry about! Now, come to my office so we can discuss the papers," he said, ushering the large Mayor into a nearby building.
The instant the door shut between the two men, the concealed spectator stepped away from the barrels that he had been hidden behind; he brushed off the sleeve of a black jacket absently and walked to the car that matched the hue of approximately every article of clothing he possessed. Dark crimson eyes were fixed upon the wheel of the car, the precious image only being interrupted by the occasional blink. It was perfect. The key was still in the ignition, and almost everyone had gone home except the mayor and the owner of the place, who was probably getting the Mayor to sign the contract at that very moment. Realizing he was running out of time, the dark-clothed figure tried the car door, beaming when he found it was unlocked.
But the moment he sat down in the leather seat and shut the door, an obnoxiously loud alarm shattered the tranquility that had hovered pleasantly in the air. With a stream of curses, the hijacker slammed a heavy foot onto the gas pedal, causing the car to rocket forward and crashing through the iron gate that enclosed the dealership.
The Mayor and the salesman ran outside at the sounds, both nearly having heart attacks at the scene that their eyes beheld. The Mayor, crimson-faced, grabbed the salesman by the collar, screaming in his face, "You'd better get that car back unscratched right now!" He threw the poor man across paved ground, tearing off a gray toupee and cursing loudly. The salesman scrambled for his cell phone, hastily dialing for the authorities...
At 400 miles per hour, one is practically invincible on the road. And for the hijacker, luck was on his side. Practically no one was on the toll road, allowing him to almost literally fly across the roads with no one to put a damper on his joy ride. That was until the faint glow of red and blue lights were visible on the rear-view. If the hijacker had known that the cops had access to NOS, he might have planned this a little more thoroughly. He sighed with frustration, slamming a fist onto the horn. He knew that if he slowed down even a little bit, the police would be able to catch up. His spirits dropped even more when he saw police lights ahead of him.
There was no escape.
"Unless..." he muttered aloud, eyes wandering to the red button on the dash. Without a second thought, he pressed the button, immediately activating the rocket engine; the additional thrust boosted him to 600 miles per hour. Any in his way would be pulverized, and the police forming the blockade ahead knew that. The hijacker was pleased when they quickly moved their cars out of the way in fear of being obliterated, allowing him to speed along unhindered. But his happiness was short lived when he saw a whole squadron of police cars pursuing him in the rear-view.
The hijacker noticed that he was entering the portion of the city that was most active at 12 am in the morning: Downtown. Neon signs glowed, advertising clubs and bars. People walked the streets as if it was 3 pm in the middle of the day. The hijacker knew he was taking an enormous risk. He became conscious of the fact that the spiked and studded bracelets he wore made his wrists sweat immensely. For the first time in a while, his eyes wandered to his reflection. A handsome white-furred Lupe dressed all in black stared back at him. The scream of a woman brought him back to attention, causing him to cast his eyes back in front of him.
But it was too late.
He was heading straight for a large club-building. Turning at his speed was impossible. It was jump or die. The hijacker chose to jump out of a vehicle that was traveling at 600 miles per hour. He crashed out of the window, gravity causing him to be flung into alley. The last thing he felt was being flung into a large dumpster and the immense heat of the car's explosion. Then he went cold, going completely numb.
