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As the sun sets across the land. A speck of light is seen just outside of the city limits.
The piercing light of a L.E.D light displays the road ahead.

As the said light get closer to the border a faint sound of a V10 wine. Right as he crosses the border a flash lights up the car. Exposing the Black high gloss finish of a SLR. And the shine on a 722 Badge located behind the front wheel.

The car makes a dash through the traffic. Coming with in inches of many pedestrian vehicles. But never the less, the driver shows skill and control. Behind the Mercedes-Benz a little Well tuned corvette rushes to catch up with the SLR. However the driver refuses to let it get any where close. Instead of blowing the doors off the Vette he toys with it. Giving it a slight glimmer of hope to catch up.

The road a head in bathed in a red glow. The driver look up to notice a red stop light. He acts quickly to presses on the brake pedal, Forcing the SLR's nose to the pavement. The car stops right at the white line. As for the vette it over shoots by two thirds of a car length.

They both sit there idle, Both anticipating the light. Green goes the light and The vette shows off its power with its burn out as the SLR makes a perfect text book launch.

The driver laughs at the corvette as it is still at the light roasting tires. “What a barbaric display of unorthodox power. Oh well I suppose that’s how its done in this quaint little town.”

As the SLR barrels down the highway, He watches as the corvette turn in to a flickering shimmer in his rear view mirror.
Suddenly a warrning signal on his screen pops up. warning him of fuel consumption.

At the first gas station the roaring beast rolls in to the station. it rolls past the clean gas pump, alining its fuel tank with the pump.

Out steps a well Groomed man in an Armani suit and shoes. He leans over and puts borderline race fuel in the tank.

*Click* The man looks down through the top of his glasses, seeing the price and laughs at it.

Beep Beep Beep.
My alarm goes off abruptly.

I slump my arm over, and smack it until it stops.

I get out of bed just wearing my shorts.

"time to wake up already?"

My stomach rumbles, I grab my glasses, wipe them off, and stumble to the kitchen.

"cereal good" I say monotone

I finish my cereal, put the empty bowl in the sink, and walk over to my closet. I throw on a light blue and white striped shirt, and dark blue jeans.

I walk over and grab my wool socks, and my keys.

On my way out of the door, I grab my red and black Vans shoes and slip them on.

My rx7 has a fine layer of dew on it, and maple leaves draped across the roof of the car.

I grab the door handle, and yank the door open. I sit down on the cold seats, and the leather crinkles underneath me. I slide the key into the ignition. It cranks, it sputters, the rpm's go up to 500, then drop below 250, then up to 1750. I jam it into reverse, and it rolls back. I push in on the clutch, and push in on it. It is much stiffer than usual on this cold morning.

I put it into first, and lightly take my foot off of the clutch.

My car glides through the parking lot at a solid 2000 rpm, with a nice, soft sputter coming from the exhaust.

I depress the clutch, and rev it up a bit to warm the engine. I drop the clutch at 2000, and peel out. As i go into 2nd it grinds, because the transmission is not fully warmed up. I swear to myself, and start to roam the city.

As the pump number climbs the sound of a almost rally WRX thumps over the curb and pull in to the pump near his SLR. Paying little attention to the car he returns to admiring the pump reaching its climax.


From around him he hears a female voice in distress, Mick glances around the pump. Being the gentleman that he is, he rushes to the aid of said girl girl offering his hand to assist her.

“Greeting mam, May I gladly assist you?” he smiles slightly noticing that she chose fashion over function.

He Straightens up his Glasses and suite and gives a warm look at this new girl.

With one arm behind his back and the other out in a Polite and proper manner
“Salutations Miss Loka, Allow me to introduce myself. I am Anubis E. Malaki, Yes the vary same current C.E.O Of Malaki Industries. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. When I herd a Damsel in distress I just could not bare to stay on the sidelines.”

With out missing a beat he swipes his Visa black before she could pay for hey gas. “Please allow me to
Make this your introduction to this wonderful city with a small appreciation gift. This trip is on me.”
Right as he did that his SLR's lights shuts off and it beeps as it arms its Anti-theft device.

Anubis Slightly bows to Skye and smiles at her
“As you can tell my SLR is antsy to get on the move, I bit you a due until next we meet. Farewell Miss Loka.”

Anubis walks away in the most polite and proper manner, Never turning his back to Skye.
A few inches from the door of the SLR it Beeps again as the lights flicker and the engine turns on.

The click of a Precise mounted door glides ajar, Revealing red Italian Scandinavian leather Racing seats with Maclaren stitched in the head rest.
He look at Skye once more “Good night Miss Loka, may our path merge again.” He said while Slipping in to the seat and pulling the door closed.

A low rumble of the V12 fill the gas station as it roll away. The Black car turn in to 2 red lights off in the distance.




Not far in his travel he roll upon a JDM import. However this one it not done in the normal ricer fashion. It's well put together, and has a proper active body kit.
The closer Anubis gets to it he discovers it a Honda, But with the badges removed and a massive wing on the rear he assumes it some type of mazda.

This car dose not give off a Fart can sound instead you hear the ping and hum of a small motor.
Anubis rolls up beside this car for a better look. Maybe even a peek at the driver.

Every swooping glance he gets as the street lamps roll over the cars he looks over at the Honda. But the tinted windows of the SLR prevent any recognition of the other driver. “ Nice car” he says to himself.

Pressing a few buttons on the small screen in the SLR. Anubis makes his car lower and Lets the full roar of the V12 bellow out of his car.
Then he shift to the proper gear. “well baby you haven't ran in a while so here your chance.”

He puts the car in to launch mode and presses the gas. Letting the RPM climb. The Benz Roars louder and louder till it hits eight and a half and it takes off in front of the Mazda

Skye stands there for a moment just stunned by the generosity of Anubis. She watches as the SLR rolls out of the station. Still a bit stunned.
After she put of the nozzles she climbs back in to her Subaru and rives off the curb. Not much caring for her rally suspension allows the car to do so.

The street ahead is bathed in a red glow and her Subaru glides to a halt at the light.
As she glances off to the right. Noticing a dirt road. The light turns green and she heads t said road.
“well might as well try out the new upgrades.”
She said strapping on her shoulder belts.

Climbs the broken curb and grasping the dirt road the Subaru feel at home. Taking in every bump and pot hole as if it was flat asphalt.
She press the throttle harder and harder. Increasing the speed and roughness of the ride. The car feels more relaxed as it get in to the more aggressive parts and even catches some air.

Shortly after her escapade she stops dead in her tracks as the dust clods rushes over her. She rubs her eyes and finds herself in a undeveloped area where there are a few jumps locals have made along with unfinished houses.

She stomps the gas, making the tires launch up dust and pebbles.
Skye giggles like a school girl. As the pebbles and rock hit the tire wells making distinctive thumps and tings.

Grinning from ear to ear she hots a rather large jump and lands rather hard.
The light illuminate the asphalt ahead. So she jabs the brakes and lock all four tires up. So rips the wheel to the left as the cars slides to the curb. If this was a action movie she car would of went off the edge.

However with the car halted she gets passed by a Black SLR with a Mazda not for in tow.
“i wonder if that might be Anubis, I really should thank him for her courtesy” she says to herself
Getting the best of her curiosity she ensues the High paced Mercedes-Benz, and Mazda.

I peek over my left shoulder to see a long grey car wit a seemingly endless hood. The sound is a deep rumble, that shakes my inner ear.

I adjust the Bee*r limiter, and set up for a 2 step.

In the back of my mind, I know I do not have a chance at winning against him.

I step on the gas for a fraction of a second, and it bolts up to 3500, and bounces off of the limiter. Flames spit out, rapid fire like a machine gun. The light turns, and I drop the clutch. The tires hook up immediately with a perfect launch, sending my near stock rx7 ahead of the SLR. I shift up into 2nd, and the lack of power compared to the SLR becomes apparent.

I look in my rearview as an older impreza comes up in the distance, and a new Camaro approaches.

As the AMG V8 throws Anubis in to the Scandinavian Leather bucket seat. A smile crackles under his glasses. “wow baby slow down we don’t have to decimate this poor guy” He says in a laughter tone

With a glowing warning light on the dash urging him to shift. He reaches forward behind the wheel and pulls a metallic lever. Making the Sequential gearbox step up a gear.
The car doesn’t jolt or give off any notion of a shift as it powers away.
With the Mazda fading Anubis will not let it fall back too far, however the SLR stay just far enough ahead to make its point. Then He notices flickering lights in his mirror.

Looking up through the top of his glasses he cant make out the cars, however he can tell its another JDM import, also sounds like a corvette, but the round blue accent in the headlight of the V8 car throws off his initial judgment of it.

Anubis feel the urge to eat. So he pulls away from the Mazda and the two followers, not in a showing off fashion, but just to get to a destination faster.


After a few moment of travel he winds up darting off in to a Ihop. The parking lot lights glare off the high-gloss black paint as it rolls in to a vacant spot. He parks on the center line of two vacant slots, preventing any others from possible damage to the car.

The low hum of the AMG motor is shut off and the car raises to its factory road height. Anubis crawls out of the Hyper car, with in a few feet of leaving the car it flickers it lights and lets out a beep.

Shortly after Anubis is greeted by a woman and placed in a table.