Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2016 16:55:25 GMT
THE PAST
James pressed the clutch in and slammed into sixth gear letting his foot slowly off the clutch, while giving the Lamborghini Veneno gas at the same time. The tires squealed as he took a quick right and drifted around a corner trying to shake the flashing red and blue lights, that appeared in all three of his mirrors. James paid attention to the road while his best buddy seated passenger looked back at the convoy of law enforcement who drove in pursuit of the stolen vehicle.
Benjamin Dyer: Dude we are driving a friggin Lambo. A Lambo!? Can’t this thing go any faster? Put down the purse grandma and let's go!
Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead as a police cruiser began riding the ass of the Lamborghini. James took an immediate left and just barely missed a couple walking on the sidewalk, which backed the cruiser riding his ass; who had to hit the brakes to avoid driving over a pedestrian
James Locke: Fuck. I5, I just need to hit the interstate man and then they will eat my dust.
He applied more gas as the green light in front of him went yellow and then switched to red. He put the gas to the floor and ripped through the intersection as vehicles swerved and slammed on their breaks trying to avoid a T-bone incident.
Benjamin Dyer: Woot!
Benjamin Dyer white knuckled the door handle looking at the road through the front windshield and taking glances out the back window. His smile looked almost forced as he wiped the sweat away from his forehead, as a little gap between them and prison formed
Benjamin Dyer: Take a right dude, a right, Edinger Ave will bring us to the 55 and get us to interstate quicker!
Dyer pointed and James without putting much thought into it, or even looking, spun the wheel to the right and ripped around the corner.
James Locke: They still behind us?
Benjamin Dyer: They haven’t made the turn yet, but the lights are casting a reflection off the building, they are going to be right with us again! Hurry dude!
James put the gas to the floor again making it down Edinger Ave and taking another sharp turn and putting him on the 55, which cause two cars to collide and force a pile up at 55 and Edinger Street.
Benjamin Dywer: Holy…Watch out!
A police cruiser turned onto the 55, off McFadden Ave. Almost clipped the tail end of the Lamborghini, forcing James to swerve into oncoming traffic and forcing a traffic jam as vehicles slammed on their brakes and attempted to avoid a head-on collision. He steered the car back into his lane and proceeded up the 55 until he turned onto the I5 and tested the speed of the car.
Benjamin Dyer: I think we are in the bright dude?
James finally took a look in his rear-view mirror as the Lamborghini Veneno met its top speed. He let out a laugh and the slammed his hand on the steering wheel in excitement.
James Locke: Fucking rights man! We just need to drop the car off to Simon and money, money. We are cashing right in; he’s going to pay us huge for this score.
They both laughed out loud as the ripped down the interstate and head to Chino.
James pressed the clutch in and slammed into sixth gear letting his foot slowly off the clutch, while giving the Lamborghini Veneno gas at the same time. The tires squealed as he took a quick right and drifted around a corner trying to shake the flashing red and blue lights, that appeared in all three of his mirrors. James paid attention to the road while his best buddy seated passenger looked back at the convoy of law enforcement who drove in pursuit of the stolen vehicle.
Benjamin Dyer: Dude we are driving a friggin Lambo. A Lambo!? Can’t this thing go any faster? Put down the purse grandma and let's go!
Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead as a police cruiser began riding the ass of the Lamborghini. James took an immediate left and just barely missed a couple walking on the sidewalk, which backed the cruiser riding his ass; who had to hit the brakes to avoid driving over a pedestrian
James Locke: Fuck. I5, I just need to hit the interstate man and then they will eat my dust.
He applied more gas as the green light in front of him went yellow and then switched to red. He put the gas to the floor and ripped through the intersection as vehicles swerved and slammed on their breaks trying to avoid a T-bone incident.
Benjamin Dyer: Woot!
Benjamin Dyer white knuckled the door handle looking at the road through the front windshield and taking glances out the back window. His smile looked almost forced as he wiped the sweat away from his forehead, as a little gap between them and prison formed
Benjamin Dyer: Take a right dude, a right, Edinger Ave will bring us to the 55 and get us to interstate quicker!
Dyer pointed and James without putting much thought into it, or even looking, spun the wheel to the right and ripped around the corner.
James Locke: They still behind us?
Benjamin Dyer: They haven’t made the turn yet, but the lights are casting a reflection off the building, they are going to be right with us again! Hurry dude!
James put the gas to the floor again making it down Edinger Ave and taking another sharp turn and putting him on the 55, which cause two cars to collide and force a pile up at 55 and Edinger Street.
Benjamin Dywer: Holy…Watch out!
A police cruiser turned onto the 55, off McFadden Ave. Almost clipped the tail end of the Lamborghini, forcing James to swerve into oncoming traffic and forcing a traffic jam as vehicles slammed on their brakes and attempted to avoid a head-on collision. He steered the car back into his lane and proceeded up the 55 until he turned onto the I5 and tested the speed of the car.
Benjamin Dyer: I think we are in the bright dude?
James finally took a look in his rear-view mirror as the Lamborghini Veneno met its top speed. He let out a laugh and the slammed his hand on the steering wheel in excitement.
James Locke: Fucking rights man! We just need to drop the car off to Simon and money, money. We are cashing right in; he’s going to pay us huge for this score.
They both laughed out loud as the ripped down the interstate and head to Chino.
