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Here it comes! The calm before the storm in Chapter 9. Not too much is goung on here to be honest, but it's only a build of what is to come soon in Chapter 10. And of course, something SWEET has been added along here for extra enjoyment... (a bit of NSFW stuffs ahead..and no, not the picture. xD) And thanks once again, Rin for the drawing. :3

Chapter 9 – Newborn Bird (新生児の鳥)

Blue skies; the sounds of white birds chirping can be clearly heard from afar as the busy metropolis of Tokyo area were packed with more traffic cars. Workers of every profession were all busy making preparations to start their day off on a beautiful morning, even though the highway roads were literally jammed, the atmosphere seemed oddly pleasant enough as there were not a lot of honking noise from the traffic cars. Despite the congestion, the traffic cars were all moving on a rather smooth pace without too much stalling or lagging.

As soon as the birds flew pass the Wangan Line westbound area, the quietness of the morning was shattered by the loud roar of cars engine swooping pass a stop sign at incredible speed, and it was a truck filled with masked men inside holding some handguns, while around 50 meters away, they were chased by a blue Corvette C5. The speedometer shows that the C5 was travelling at 220 km/h speed, whereas the speeding truck was travelling at a shocking 180 km/h speed. The C5 also has a set of warning lights turned on, as the siren began wailing as loud as it could.

Inside the Corvette was a young woman driver with brown hair and green eyes. She also wears a blue hairclip and a pair of tiny earrings; clad in grayish black suit while wearing another layer of brown-colored sleeveless shirt, a pair of long black socks and bluish boots, together with a pair of brown gloves. She also has a square-shaped symbol engraved on the left part of her suit.

“P-Public Speed Enforcer! Stop the vehicle!! Now!” The young girl stuttered in slight panic tone as she tries to remain steady with her steering wheel, her hands were somewhat shaking. The Corvette C5 was moving steadily still from the looks of it, but it was stalling, compared to the speeding truck that seemed to travel a lot faster than it looks. “Ugh….this is going to be so annoying…calm down, Giselle…you can do this.”

As the speeding truck continued to move at high speed while evading the car chasing behind, some of the gang members inside the truck began shooting at the Corvette C5 Interceptor, their handguns fired several bullets from the barrel as the triggers were pulled rapidly. As the bullets hit the road, the C5 immediately swerved left and right in panic before it becomes steady again as it slows down and fell behind. Giselle was panicking somehow but she eventually recovers from the shock of bullets as the speedometer shows that she is now travelling at 180 km/h.

“Phew…their truck got some power, but too bad their shooting suck. I think I may still have a chance.” Giselle thought as she let off a sigh before she stomped on the accelerator pedal again and the C5 starts climbing back up to 200 km/h and it continued to accelerate all its way to 230 km/h eventually. After a period of time gaining back to the truck, Giselle reached for one of her gun holsters holding a grayish silver Desert Eagle 50 pistol and loaded it immediately. “Well…here goes!”
Giselle twirls the weapon around her trigger finger as she holds the steering wheel tightly on another hand. As soon as the window opened up, she starts pointing at the thugs holding the weapon and fired away. The very first bullet immediately flew right through the hand of the nearest thug that holds a handgun, immediately knocking him aside as the bullet pierces the hand and dropped the weapon. It was a beautifully executed shot.

“Okay…one down, five to go!” Giselle thought as she decelerated while preventing herself from getting too close to the truck, falling behind purposely by around 50 meters or more. The thugs returned fire after one of their gang members were down, but apparently, none of the bullets seem to be able to reach near the Corvette. Giselle turned to the left side of the road and returned fire once more with her Desert Eagle. As she pulls the trigger twice, the double bullets fly straight ahead to the thugs trying to point back at the C5 using their weapons, but were stopped before they can react, as the bullets rip through their hands that gripped the weapon. The two thugs writhed in pain as they dropped their handguns on the truck, gripping on the badly injured hands of their own.. “…there’s three more.”

Soon after, the truck’s driver, which is also masked, began to realize that the Corvette C5 is going to aim at them with a weapon, immediately hit on the brakes to slow down and purposely allow the Corvette to catch up so he can load up his own shotgun and aim at the PSE officer inside the vehicle. Giselle noticed the sudden deceleration and she begun taking precautions, while expecting the unexpected. Giselle knew that she can no longer decelerate any further as the enemies have already made the move so she snuck in to the left side of the truck and pass through the rear of the truck that still holds three more gang members.

“Oh well…!” Giselle thought as she opened another side of the window of her interceptor and started pointing the Eagle at her right side. But before she can pull the trigger, the driver immediately fired a shotgun shell from the truck’s windows, blowing it apart and the shells spread towards the front hood of the Corvette while Giselle avoided a direct hit as soon as she hits the brakes. “Yikes!! That was a close one!” As Giselle’s C5 started to stall again, the truck began picking up speed once more and eventually kept her Desert Eagle back at the holster while quickly draws out another gun from the holster that holds a Colt 1040 Delta Elite handgun. She opened the right window inside her Corvette and started firing away at the thugs once more.

“Oh shit, that b*tch cop’s back again!” One of the thugs yelled as he starts pointing at the PSE officer again but before he can take aim, his hands were already wounded by the bullet after a gunshot was heard the moment she appears again on the truck’s rear. And another shot was fired right after that from Giselle as the bullet shot through the other man’s right arm holding the weapon, leaving only one person left on the rear of the truck. “Oh shit… Eat this, sucker!!” The last man eventually pulled the trigger on his own Glock handgun as he fires rapidly, only to miss every single shot and not hitting anything at all.

“Consider this a warning, thug.” Giselle pulled the trigger once more on her right hand wielding the Colt as she fires a bullet straight ahead to the last man’s left arm holding the gun. The thug immediately dropped his weapon as he groaned in pain while gripping hard on the gunshot wound. “Well, now that’s done…time to seal the deal with the driver there.” As Giselle slammed on the accelerator once again, the speedometer shows that she is now travelling back at 230 km/h, slowly catching up to the truck. Giselle keeps the Delta Elite handgun back as she draws out the Desert Eagle once more and aimed it directly on the large tires of the vehicle. “Take this!”

Giselle pulled the trigger on her right hand wielding the weapon, and the .50 round-holding weapon immediately let out a powerful burst of a gunshot as the bullet rips a huge hole at one of the truck’s tires, slowing the vehicle down immediately.

Giselle immediately aimed for one more tire on the rear of the truck and pulled the trigger, blasting off two tires in total, almost instantly immobilizing the truck as it starts to wobble dangerously. Inside the truck, the speedometer is showing that it is now slowing down to 140 km/h and decreasing still, shocking the driver.

“Dammit…the tires!!” The driver continued on to step on the accelerator, but to no avail as there were barely any response from the rear and the speedometer merely shows nothing but further speed decrease. The vehicle was stalling further and further until the Corvette C5 easily caught back up. As the C5 went to the right side of the Wangan Line highway road, she switches hands on the left side holding the Desert Eagle now, as she pulls the trigger after taking a good aim at the front right tire of the truck. The powerful bullet instantly ripped a massive hole on the tire as it starts to peel off bit by bit and the truck is now going out of control.

Still holding the Desert Eagle at her hand, Giselle flips the gun a few more times before she delivers the finishing blow to the driver inside the truck as she pulls the trigger and fired away. The bullet travels at incredible velocity, piercing through the door of the truck and hits the driver’s right arm holding the steering wheel. As the driver writhed in pain, he let go off the steering wheel and then it happened; the truck finally spun out of control and barrel rolled a few times as soon as the ripped left tires started to lift from the wobbling. The several ton-weighted vehicle twirled around and stopped after it crashed directly towards a large advertisement sign near the Kamagawa Tunnel. The advertisement sign fell down, literally crushing the truck further as flames began to ignite on some parts of the car.

“Target compromised! Now to wrap this up nice and clean!” Giselle thought as she parked her Corvette C5 nearby a safe distance, while making sure that she is nowhere near the totaled truck as there might be a chance the fuel tank can went off into an explosion at anytime with a tiny spark, seeing as the vehicle is critically damaged up to this point. “Let’s see, capture the suspects and apprehend all of them alive, use whatever means to keep them compromised and relieve them of all weapons once they’re brought in for processing as well as confiscate anything that can serve as evidence for their theft operation. Got it!”

As Giselle reconfirmed her mission through thinking hard for a few seconds, she rushed towards the wreckage as the traffic cars passed through the tunnel slowly after the drivers took a short peek at the devastation from the truck. Giselle accidentally knocked a debris and almost tripped, but regained her balance nonetheless. “Stupid debris!” Giselle thought angrily as she continued to make her way towards the wrecked truck.

“Phew…thankfully they’re all still alive.” Giselle went inside the wreckage and dragged all of them out from the truck’s wreckage one by one as the flames from the vehicle continued to burn intensely. After repeatedly saving all the suspects from the wreckage, only the driver was left. “Well, one guy left.” Giselle thought, after she pulled out several bags of cash found deep inside the end of the truck’s cargo as she tossed them near the half-conscious suspects while leaped her way to the driver’s seat. Giselle opened the door and quickly dragged the unconscious body of the driver. “Okay, 7 suspects, check...evidence…check. And finally…weapons.”

Giselle smuggled out the shotgun from the driver seat and with it a few boxes of shotgun shells together as the flames on the truck became even more intense, with each passing second the vehicle will explode in a matter of time now. Fully aware of that, Giselle quickly drags the driver with the gun together and put them all in one spot along with the rest. After she’s done placing them altogether, she pulled out a set of wires and tied them up.

“This ought to keep you guys quiet for half an hour at least.” Giselle said as she took out a small controller and pressed a red button and it triggers the steel wires that were tied on the suspects. Electricity began running through the wrapped wires around the suspects and electrocute them. The thugs all cried out in pain for a short moment before they fell silent after the shock.

“Officer Cadet Oswald reporting!” Giselle reported through her communicator. “Suspects apprehended alive, weapons compromised and evidence found safely…mission accomplished!!” After she ends her report, the chain reaction finally happened on the wrecked truck as the fuel tank finally ignites from the intense heat, and the vehicle vanished into a brilliant yellow fireball, the explosion was loud enough to be heard from several hundred meters away.

“Good work. Return to HQ and remain on standby for your next sortie after you finished up your report.” One of the HQ officers replied as soon as Giselle finishes her report. “…information update, Cadet Oswald. Incoming message from Chief Wanijima Naze:

You are to report your full situation of what happened during your first pursuit mission and you will be given a full evaluation based on your performance today. Make sure you’re prepared for the introduction of new recruit cadet members when the PSE HQ announces the gathering later on. That is all.” After the report was finished, Giselle smiled as she took a deep breath and sighed with a simple response before shutting off the communicator.

“Roger, Cadet Oswald, out.”

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Meanwhile, after the commotion happened at the Wangan Line, back at the hideout of the Steel Rose Maidens inside the large garage’s hallway; the cars inside were all treated with care on usual routine of maintenance from the female members, particularly the mechanic team along with their drivers. The sounds of nuts tightening up from mechanical screwdrivers can be heard everywhere. And soon the inaudible chattering was broken by a slight groan of pain from a familiar female voice.

“Oww!” Lacia grunted in pain as she gently tapped her left cheek, which is now patched with a big brown plaster. She was wearing a sleeveless black shirt today due to the particularly hot weather in the morning. “…Setsuna…is…the…car…ready…yet…?” Lacia asked, as she continued making four pieces of eggs and tuna sandwich on a plate at the large kitchen next to the other garage where the cars of Shinobu and his friends were parked on a separate group from others. Setsuna is seen with a box of tools as she is currently tightening up a few nuts and bolts on Lacia’s Porsche 911 GT3 RS. Setsuna is also wearing another set of clothing today, but retained the style of an energetic tomboy as always.

“Sorry, Lacia…not yet…!” Setsuna said with a rather apologetic and laidback tone, as she let out a big sigh after tightening the last of the nut on the internal parts of the Porsche at the rear. “After what happened that night, the cars wear down a lot more than we expected. It may take a few more hours before we’re back in action. Seriously though…I give up. My hands are all greasy and dirty and I am exhausted from fixing up these cars even with the help from the mechanical team…now I just want to take a break and continue later on at the evening.”

“I…see…” Lacia stuttered as she grabbed a can of cold coffee drink and toss it to Setsuna from afar.

“Thanks, say…how is your face? Still stings a little, huh?” Setsuna asked, her eyes staring at the wound Lacia took since that pursuit from the PSE members.
“Y-yeah…the…bullet…grazed…my face…a lot…deeper…than I thought…” Lacia replied. “But…it’s good…that the bleeding…isn’t…too…bad…”

“That so? From what I saw that time you were bleeding all the way to your neck…I was so worried that time, you know…?” Setsuna said as she tosses the wrench back into the toolbox and put it aside on a desk. She took a seat on her own Jaguar XKR-S as she opened up the can drink and took a sip of it. “But seriously though…Lacia, you’re tough, to keep holding on till the end even after being shot.”

“T-thanks…” Lacia smiled weakly, as they eventually made their way to the living room. The long red couch there was occupied by the other two familiar figures and apparently, what seemed to be the only male in this garage is taking a sip of a cold drink from the glass. Lacia immediately lighten up her smile as she saw his face.

“Shinobu…I…hope…you’ll like…it…” Lacia shyly placed the plate on the table, Although the sandwiches were done poorly, they still look somewhat tasty on the outside.

Another lady sitting next to Shinobu was none other than their Chinese friend, Rong Wei. And from her looks, she seemed averagely pleased with the meal presented…

“Thanks, Lacia.” Shinobu thanked her as he took a bite out of one of the sandwiches, followed by Rong Wei as she took another piece and took a small bite out of it. After a few seconds of chewing, Rong Wei startled for a slight bit as if she tasted something bad. Shinobu tasted it too but he swallowed it nonetheless. “Hmm…Lacia, your food certainly needs a bit of improvement, if I do say so myself…”

“Shinobu is right…Lacia…your meal is still rather… average as always…” Rong Wei commented with a cold sweat broke on her face as she glared at the two slices of burnt tomatoes besides the four pieces of sandwiches. “But, thanks a lot. Next time I’ll teach you how to make a proper breakfast, okay?” Rong Wei encouraged Lacia with a smile and a pat on her head.

“I am…sorry…thanks…” Lacia smiled, blushing as she sat next to Shinobu while Rong Wei offered a space for Lacia, knowing that she will definitely enjoy sitting near him. “I will…make a…better meal…next…time…”

“Don’t sweat it, Lacia…as long as it’s edible…I am good for it.” Setsuna chuckled, as she took half a bite from the third sandwich piece, while sitting next to Rong Wei. As all four of them were together enjoying the meal, suddenly another young girl entered the living room, letting out a huge sigh as she toss the tool boxes on the wooden desk on another side. “Oh…you’re back already huh?” Setsuna greeted the young girl as she immediately wiped the sweat off her forehead with a red colored towel worn on her shoulders, and took a seat on the left side of the long couch next to Shinobu. Her body was sweaty at the moment, and she has long blackish maroon hair, and purple eyes. She also wears a pinkish white colored sleeveless loose singlet with another brown colored jacket tied around her waist, blackish blue short pants and loosely tied maroon shoes. She is also somewhat very skinny and petite-looking, in appearance wise.
“Ahh…I give up!” The girl yelled in a rather laidback tone, as she wrapped the towel around her neck.

“Kurenai, how are things going for the cars over your side?” Rong Wei uttered the girl’s name, with her eyes locked towards the mechanic team working on a few Porsches and several RX-7 FDs and FCs. Kurenai simply rub her own forehead gently with a slight smile, feeling somewhat exhausted and frustrated, but not annoyed in any case.

“Well, I am throwing in the towel for now.” Kurenai chuckled slightly in response. “Rotaries and Porsches are fun to work with, but when some parts get tricky, you’d really get frustrated with them. At a time like now, I wish I could’ve reverse time and get myself some mechanical specialist training in rotary engines at least. Hahaha!”

“How is your FC going then?” Shinobu asked, as he took another sip of his own drink. Kurenai sat closer to Shinobu as soon as she heard that question. Shinobu backed off a bit, but he later let Kurenai lean on him anyway. “Is it really necessary to sit this close to me?”

SPOILER

“Haha…what’s the matter? You’re concerned about me now?” Kurenai giggled, teasing him by playing with his short hair. But eventually she backed off a bit and sighed, taking another bite off Shinobu’s sandwich without him noticing. As she chews on the snack, she turned her eyes back at the blackish maroon Mazda RX-7 FC S4 car. The hood was still opened and apparently the engine was being still in a middle of maintenance, with computer laptops placed on the desk while wired up along with the internal of the vehicle and a toolbox with wrenches was placed besides the laptops on the same desk. “As you can see, I am not quite done maintaining the FC. The last time I took a spin on it at C1, I end up heating the car too much that I had to stop and look at the temperature reading. As usual, I found out that I’ve been overdoing it with the runs.”

“Why am I not surprised…?” Setsuna shook her head with a sarcastic grin. “You always like overdoing things with that FC of yours. But still…I am surprised that it can act as a muscle-killer…that thing of yours can literally thrash Mustangs as easy as a Pi calculation. Then again…with that amount of mileage and tuning done, I figure anyone will be scared of going against your car.” Setsuna eventually sat next to the end of the couch where Kurenai is sitting on.

“That’s the wonder of rotary engines for you.” Kurenai smiled. “My road towards the ideal build of the S4 RX-7 is still far from done though…I still got a lot to work with here. I need to make sure that this car can handle a lot more pressure and momentum in the future so that it won’t break down any sooner than I expected. But that aside…how’s your face, Lacia? You sure you’re okay?”
“Don’t…worry…I’m…fine…” Lacia stuttered, gently touching her left cheek. “It will…heal…eventually.”

“Speaking of cars, how are your part going, Little Set?” Kurenai asked, uttering Setsuna with her weird nickname, much to Setsuna’s mild annoyance. “I bet you’ve your hands full maintaining that F1, eh? Need some help for it?”
“As if…” Setsuna rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. “Rong Wei’s R8 do need a new set of tires, after I did a few important test-runs on it. Lacia’s GT3 still needs some tweak on the engine, while my XKR-S is doin’ fine as usual. The F1 is already at its top condition since last night. I gotta admit, it was a fun experience to touch the engine of that one legendary car.”

“Stop it, Setsuna…you’re making her jealous.” Shinobu chuckled.

“As if!” Kurenai giggled, together with everyone else in the living room. “But know this; never hesitate to ask for my help too, okay? I’d love to pick on what’s under that hood myself, if you know what I mean. Winky-wink.” Kurenai did a teasing wink gesture as she made that sarcastic tease at Setsuna, once again making everyone in the living room laugh. The living room itself was tidy, but the wall behind the long couch was as usual, crammed full of notice papers and reference sheets as well as manufacturer stickers of all kinds of automobile, giving it an air of serenity to those who enjoy cars of all kinds in the living room that was combined with a huge garage outside housing over 50 cars.

After a while of chit-chatting and the girls spending time with Shinobu inside the living room, the speakers behind them finally lit up and apparently it rang like a phone. Not long afterwards, it was picked up by the automated-operating system for incoming voice message transmission. Everyone immediately turned their attention towards the speakers behind their seat that was placed in between the square-shaped clock.

“This is Nikko. Listen up…Mister Sato has ordered Kurohane Shinobu to report himself within 60 minutes at the post of the mansion. And ladies, you are to remain on standby and make sure everyone’s vehicles are ready for the next race tonight. That is all.” As soon as the message finished playing, the speakers cut off with the lights faded out.

“Well, ladies…too bad. Guess I’ll be riding out solo for today.” Shinobu shrugged as he took the last sandwich and took a bite on it. “I’ll go take a shower first. It sure is kinda hot today…haha.” Hearing that, Kurenai immediately got up and grabbed Shinobu’s arm with a rather mischievous smile, her cheeks blushing red with excitement. “Hmm, what’s up with you, Kurenai?”

“You really should learn not to make girls say embarrassing stuffs, ya know.” Kurenai replied back, her hands still holding Shinobu’s arms firmly. “I’ll be joining you. After all, even I need a shower from all the sweats on my body. I am pretty good in washing others’ backs, ya know? I am not sure if you like female massage…but I’ll make sure you look sharp and smell perfectly in the presence of the big cheese.”

“Okay…stop drooling, Kurenai…you go and have fun…seriously. Just don’t forget that you still got some cars to fix.” Setsuna let out a huge sigh as she stood up and head back to the garage where Shinobu’s car and the rest were. “I’ll be hitting my shower later…I still think I can do some more work on the GT3. You coming, Lacia?”

“Oh…alright…” Lacia nodded as she follows Setsuna along and they made their way outside the living room on the other exit.

“No problemo, Setty.” Kurenai gave a salute to Setsuna as she turned to Rong Wei next. “So, any plans for you, Ryubi?”

“Hmm, I think I’ll go check on the R8 myself. I may be able to help on fixing a few things when Lacia needs help other than Setsuna. You go and have fun, okay?”
“Hmm, guess it’s settled then! Let’s go Shinobu. You wouldn’t want to waste anymore time hogging around here, no?” Kurenai tightened Shinobu’s arm as she pulls him towards the shower room’s path.

“Alright, alright…calm down.” Shinobu replied with an awkward smile. “Honestly…I couldn’t even get a talk on this? Oh well…be sure to be quick, alright? Both of us still have some work to do after all.”

“I know, I know! I won’t be hogging around your naked body all day long.” Kurenai giggled and finally gave Shinobu a good drag inside the shower room and as soon as they both entered there, Kurenai locks the door. “I do like to talk to you about a few things in private myself…it’ll be quick, so don’t worry, okay? In return for me washing your back, I’ll have you answer a few questions.”

“…sure thing, lady.” Shinobu replied calmly with a shrug, much to Kurenai’s joy as she proceeds to undress herself after throwing the towel towards a bucket holding a few more spares. Shinobu slowly did the same, and as much as he could, he tried to look away from Kurenai’s naked body as she’s already down to her underwear with her bra removed quickly. Shinobu can hear the very last piece of undergarment removed as Kurenai grabbed his hands again. “Wow…you sure strip pretty fast…”

“Oh you…!” Kurenai giggled with her face blushing red. “Now then, let’s get ourselves cleaned up!” After putting their clothes and undergarments in the bucket together, Shinobu got pulled gently inside the room by Kurenai as she proceeds to turn on the shower head. With the hot water washing off the sweats and dirt off Kurenai’s skin, Shinobu on the other hand proceeds to wash his own hair with his eyes closed. “Ahhh…it feels so good to take a nice shower after working all the time on cars.”

“It’s too bad that I wasn’t there to help though…you really like that FC, don’t you?” Shinobu asked as he open his eyes again, seeing her body washed thoroughly by the water with steam covering her partially, but he can still see her just fine. Shinobu later turned back as he washed his arms thoroughly with the water.

“Well, of course. It’s my pride and joy. Thanks to a certain someone, I got indulged in the rotary engines!” Kurenai replied with a cheery tone, as she grabbed a handful of shower cream and gently scrubs herself around her body. Foam starts to build up as she blows the bubbles from her hand playfully and then turn to Shinobu again. She snaps her finger twice and did a “turn around” gesture to Shinobu. “Now, then…I hope you’re ready for my questions.” Shinobu sighed as he turned around with his arms crossed, smiling sarcastically.

Taking the chance, Kurenai immediately lather up more shower cream on her hands as she gently scrubs on the back of Shinobu’s body. Her touch can be felt in such smoothness that even Shinobu can felt her warmth from quite far behind, even though Kurenai hasn’t gone anywhere as far as hugging him from behind yet. Kurenai then slowly proceeds to give a hand massage on Shinobu’s shoulders from behind.

“So…tell me, why did you choose to become a racer?” Kurenai asked, her hands are still giving a mild massage from behind, eventually her entire body, including her soft chest rubbing his back too, somewhat tingling Shinobu by surprise but eventually he calmed down afterwards, knowing that Kurenai did that on her choice, there isn’t really much need to be embarrassed anymore.

“Hmm…I wonder why.” Shinobu replied. “I just felt that it’s my own need for a strong sensation when I first met something that grips my heart to strong that it remained in my body forever since. When I was a kid, I was completely bored of the world for what it is…everything was moving so slowly and it seemed like this boring world will take forever to make a complete cycle before any changes.”

“Really, hmm…” Kurenai listened openly as she proceeds to caress Shinobu’s upper waist gently, allowing her lathered chest to rub some of the foam on Shinobu’s back as she washes Shinobu in the front. Apparently, Shinobu didn’t mind the tingling feeling from her long and soft fingers running his skin. “I have the same feeling too, to be honest. Good to know that there’s a genius out there that invents cars for us, huh? I am happy that there’s someone who shares a similar thought with me on the desire of being a racer.”

“True…” Shinobu continued. “The first moment when I saw those machines they call as ‘cars’ raced through my eyes, that’s when I got entranced by the sensation known as speed. Eager to capture this sensation myself, I worked hard to learn how to drive before I was even at legal age and eventually got myself a license in the future, and whenever I had the chance, I’ll cruise down at the Wangan area with all desires let out. Simply put…I wanted to put the view of reality aside as I indulge myself in the infinite sensation of speed and adrenaline rushing my body. There is no reality in the presence of speed’s feelings, even if there are obstacles, the adrenaline and sensation felt from speeding seemed it could last forever. Maybe that’s also why I am so in love in driving, even though I am not one to race for money or fame.”

“Ohh…looks like I scored someone who IS able to relate after all.” Kurenai giggled as she slowly tightened her embrace from behind, proceeding to wash Shinobu’s left arm with her fingers running gently over him. “We both shared similar philosophy in racing, much like Setty too. I am glad, haha! So, next question; do you find racing for money or fame a ridiculous idea?”

“Hmm…well, that’s a personal question.” Shinobu closed his eyes and lift his head up for a moment. “I can’t say that racing for money isn’t exactly a bad thing; since you get to earn a living in a way, but it’s not a good thing either, if you value sportsmanship. There is no real appreciation in cars after all; for those who merely see cars as expendable tools to gain more money. Those are businessmen’s way of thinking to be honest. I can’t say much for fame too, since while it is a good thing to be known around by others for recognizing your talents and skills, but if you get too indulged into it; you eventually get consumed by your own fame and you may lose sight of who you are or what you wish to gain in the future as a racer. This is just my two cents of thought, really.”

“Ah, you’re pretty mature a person, not being shackled by fame and all.”Kurenai smiled as she flipped her hair backwards and washed her own hair for a moment with some shampoo cream after backing off from Shinobu for a while. “Back then, I was bursting with such pride as a racer that I once lost sight of what I wish to chase for. But I realize everything can be gone instantly if you hold on to it too much. Sometimes you just gotta let things go to move on to a higher level.” Kurenai lathered her hair with the shampoo cream and eventually rinse it over with the shower head, flipping her hair once again and move back to Shinobu and proceeds to wash his back once more and slowly rinse him with the shower head. “Say, have you ever heard of a jet-black FC that shoots off like a jet-plane? Rumor has it that it can shoot off over 200 mp/h in an instant.”

“…a black FC?” Shinobu pondered for a short moment before he turned back to Kurenai’s face, her hands and body are already being rinsed clean from the lather on the shower cream. “Hmm…no idea. There are a lot of black FCs out there that are fast, you know? I may have a hard time distinguishing them differently even if I were to remember them.” After he’s done talking, Kurenai blinked her eyes once and washed herself clean from any foam remaining and proceed to wash Shinobu with the shower head.

“Ah, I see. Nevermind then. Sorry for taking your time.” Kurenai chuckled as she turned off the tap. Shinobu and Kurenai eventually walked out from the shower, with Kurenai grabbing a thick, pink-cream colored towel and wipe her wet body dry, and then using the same towel and wipe the dripping water off from Shinobu’s body, from head to toe once more and finally wraps herself up. “Be sure to look sharp out there, Shinobu. It’s been fun showering with you, thanks for spending the time with me. Haha!”

“Well…you can always talk to me more on any other time than shower, you know.” Shinobu shrugged as he grabbed his clothes back from the bucket and put them on by himself. “Also, do tell Lacia to cheer up, okay? I am sure she may still be faulting herself for getting hurt and making others worried about her in the future.” After done wrapping herself with the towel, Kurenai turned back and gave a pat on Shinobu’s back, and gave a very swift kiss on Shinobu’s forehead. “Hey…! What’s that for?”

“Consider it a good luck charm. And don’t worry about Lacia, I’ll go cheer her up.” Kurenai winked and grabbed Shinobu’s shoulders and shove him slowly outside the shower room. “Now then, go hit the road and send my best regards to Nikko, alright?!”

“Alright, I’ll be seeing you girls soon.”



- end of Chapter 9 -

This post has been edited by クロイ on Jun 25 2012, 05:50 PM

you dirty whore, you...

Amazing meme is amazing!

@Kuroi
You're dangerously close to writing a hentai story

Other than that, maybe you could try resizing the pics that you add in your story. not everyone has a rather large monitor for their PCs or laptops hahaha

Welp...CLOSE ENOUGH that is. At least there's no actual scene where it shows they're DOING THE YOU-KNOW-WHAT. (I don't plan to go THAT far anyway)

And that pic is originally that size...I am not sure if I could ask Rin to resize it. (It's his drawing after all.) But thanks for the feedback nonetheless. xD

Well, we do have forum members here who are minors

Thanks to the WME Chat Windows Live Group, I've decided to post this here so others can feel the pain. All I did was post a different arrangement of the same song from the same album and what do they do? USE IT WHILE READING THE SHOWER SCENE.
So naturally I decided to one-up myself.

@touya



This post has been edited by +-!mma_N00B-+ on Jun 24 2012, 06:05 AM

Before we proceed to the introduction of Kurenai's bio...here's something for you. :3

Steel Rose Maidens Private Chat Session 1 (Ft. Shinobu and Kurenai)

Kurenai, the cheery and somewhat hyperactive whiz mechanical extraordinaire with a knack of rotary mindset joined Shinobu in a private chat inside the living room of the Steel Rose Maidens HQ. Together both of them will discuss about minor things from time to time, often tackling interesting topics about automobile in recent years while reminiscing about what happened in the past along with some brief car history.

Shinobu: So, Kurenai…while we’re all here waiting for that bio of yours to show up eventually, what will you tell us about before we start our chat?

Kurenai: Well, to be honest, nothing at the moment! I’ll rather save it for the bio. Haha!

Shinobu: Well then, let’s get started. So allow me to ask you this, did you pass your test-drive on the first time?

Kurenai: Damn right you bet! I mean do I really look like someone klutzy enough to screw up on a few curves using a Daihatsu car and bump into stuffs in less than 20 mp/h speed?

Shinobu: Well, that’s good then…so what car did you learn to drive in? Is it your first car owned?

Kurenai: I took the car originally from a rare junkyard where they once kept scrapped car parts that were no longer manufactured long ago. I figured the easiest way to understand the basics of a car is to always use an older model first before jumping into technological wonders of the modern era. Somewhere near the Saitama prefecture, I once saw an old scrap car that intrigued me a lot and believe me or not, I saw the rare 1971 Mazda Savanna RX-3 model and have been hooked to it since...mm, the yummy sound of the Mazda cars…

Shinobu: So technically, your test-drive car is a Daihatsu, and your first car was the RX-3. Which model was the Daihatsu and the RX-3 was more specifically?

Kurenai: Daihatsu Storia (Bone stock), and the RX-3 I found was actually a 2-door coupe…so it’s more or less a fitting car to get poked around with to those who enjoy more power like me! Huhuhuhu!! Even now, I am still riding it from time to time just for the sake of old glory days!

Shinobu: Alright then…save the nostalgia for a better time. So who taught you to drive actually? Were those guys good or bad or just plain stupid?

Kurenai: They’re more of the wimped-out safety-obsessed cretin type, really. But honestly, my mom taught me to drive at first when I was around 17 years old around a private field where there weren’t a lot of cars back then. Other than that, my teachers in driving lessons were what I said just now at the beginning, they’re just too obsessed with the limits of speed around anywhere near 50 mp/h! It’s boring…really! But I guess for the sake of fresh-trained drivers’ importance to understand the laws of public road, it’s definitely necessary.

Shinobu: That’s how getting a license really is all about. Even I have my share of redundancy towards the word “safety” when my own mentor school me about speeding on roads during my first driving class. So, how much did you spent on that RX-3 of yours?

Kurenai: The RX-3 has a pretty decent engine mounted on it originally when it’s sitting idle at the junkyard, but there were no tires, smashed windows and the suspensions arms were all old parts. And the rear of the car was actually so badly busted, that it almost seemed like a docile hatchback Mazda version of the Storia rather than looking somewhat identical to the Datsun 240Z originally. Putting all that into count during my search, it cost me around 150,000 Yen (U$ 1873), simply due to the engine…it’s a beastly 20B engine, even now it can compete easily against other cars with modern technology on the streets.

Shinobu: Hmm…that sure is insanely cheap even for a junk-car, in my opinion. But I do presume that you spend more on the progress of repairing it for a better use?

Kurenai: Well duh! The RX-3 originally doesn’t even have tires, of course I have to. Spend a whole lot (I think around 4,000,000 yen ((U$ 50,000)) in repairing the whole thing back to its original form while keeping the engine intact with better replaced suspension and a decent gearbox swap, and I even put on a few shots of NOS just in case for emergencies. (never used them in actual race…unless it’s a quarter mile drag).

Shinobu: So other than the RX-3, what’s the worst car you’ve bought?

Kurenai: I wasn’t exactly rich during my early life as a racer and mechanic, you know? So it’s still the same old RX-3, but hey…just because it’s my worst car doesn’t mean it totally suck, right?

Shinobu: Well…spec wise, it does suit as the lowest one compared to your other cars now…so, what’s the most expensive car that you’ve bought?

Kurenai: That will be the very, very LOVELY and BEAUTIFUL 2013 SRT Viper that I tuned personally for drag-race research in V10 engines. Not much has been spent on tuning wise though, due to its already overwhelming performance on tracks. But I’d say it has cost me over a whooping 24,000,000 yen!! (U$300,000)

Shinobu: Astonishing…to think you can own such a vehicle like THAT.

Kurenai: Haha! I never compromise when it comes to curiosity of wanting to know more about other cars, just like how I once got addicted to rotary engines.

Shinobu: Speaking of rotaries…how many mileage do you have exactly under that FC of yours?

Kurenai: 330,068 km, thank you. That car has always been my pride and joy up until now, even though I do love other modern cars, that FC will always be a family to me.

Shinobu: Well well…I like rotary machines myself too…so I know how it feels to have a special vehicle. So, speaking of cars again, what is your dream car?

Kurenai: I’d kill for anyone who’s willing to hand me a Mazda Furai for FREE. Mwahahaha!!

Shinobu: Yikes…talk about a rotary fanatic…well then, I am sure you’ve been through this before, but what caused you your first crash ever in your life as a driver?

Kurenai: Good question. The first crash I ever had was when I was 18 years old, got my license for a 6 months period of time, I slammed my RX-3 towards the guardrail by accident when I dodged a kid walking an elderly woman across the street, of course…both of them weren’t hurt or anything, the only thing that’s hurt was my arm and my RX-3’s front bumper. (The engine’s still intact, luckily)

Shinobu: Thank goodness for them then…I am sure you’ve learned your lesson to never speed too much huh?

Kurenai: Sure did.

Shinobu: What’s the worst thing you can hear your passenger say to you when you drive?

Kurenai: “Watch it, dumbass!!”

Shinobu: So, do you think you’re a good driver?

Kurenai: Hell yeah!

Shinobu: So what’s the fastest speed you’ve ever driven?

Kurenai: While knowing my limit makes me a good driver in a sense, I always find myself pumping for excitement once I broke the 250 km/h mark, going all the way to 300 km/h and then slowly fading out at 350 km/h simply due to care for my car’s engine and my own life. I still have yet to reach to a speed where I actually WIMP out though! Does that makes me a dangerous driver?

Shinobu: Yes, yes it does.

Kurenai: Well shit. I guess only a few would love to ride alongside me…haha!

Shinobu: So finally, last thing about you, what’s your favorite place to drive in Japan?

Kurenai: The Shutoku area! It’s fun riding there at insane speed, the beautiful lights from the buildings and skyscrapers at night just made me feel so alive. Especially the Wangan Line, every time I get to ride there with my FC, I can step on it as much as I like as if nobody’s business!

Shinobu: Oh…I see, guess we’re both familiar in our thoughts on running at Wangan Line. Well anyway, enough about us. So what are your thoughts on cars like…let’s say, Lamborghini Urus?

Kurenai: The Urus eh? To be honest, I am not sure what’s the point of Lamborghini indulging themselves into the industry of luxurious SUV manufacturing all of a sudden. Their progress was so far so good when they presented the Aventador, and now they come up with this…and it’s just like Porsche Cayenne all over again. Seriously…I find it weird, but still…considering that the Urus packs along with some goodies like the AWD system and has a 500-600 HP to boot under the V8 engine, the Urus may be more than just another SUV in the future, who knows? One thing I know for sure is; much as I love Lamborghini with their bulls, the Urus simply isn’t my cup of tea.

Shinobu: Well well…so even you have mixed thoughts about the Urus huh? I guess I am not alone on this then. So…what do you think of the Camaro ZL1?

Kurenai: What do I think of it? Just a question popped in my head: What’s not to LOVE about the ZL1? It has man-size action for the six-speed manual transmission, nearly 600 horsepower in stock, can easily exceed 300 km/h with a few tweaks here and there, has plenty of torque to push the 6.1L 8 Cylinder supercharged LSA engine far ahead within a short period of time and has great downforce with its bodywork wonder. Will be more than happy to spin the machine’s tires all day long without fretting. Certainly not a bad way to spend 4,380,000 yen (U$55,000) if you ask me. I wouldn’t like to talk about the GT500 Shelby though when it presents itself in front of the ZL1 just to make sure it stays in its position as a rival on par with the said Ford machine.

Shinobu: Well then…I guess that’s that for now. Thanks for your time, Kurenai.

Kurenai: No problem Shinobu! Come on, I am feelin’ a bit pumped! Feel like riding out with my FC?

Shinobu: I think I’d go for the Viper for now. I wanted to see the car perform inside.

Kurenai: Alright! Now we’re talkin’!


- End Steel Rose Maidens Private Chat Session 1 -

This post has been edited by クロイ on Jun 25 2012, 07:53 AM

Use smaller icons. Resize them to like 50x50 px or something. They're taking up much space, you know.

Roger, switching.

Done.

This post has been edited by クロイ on Jun 25 2012, 07:54 AM

just spoiler the pic and there you go...btw nice chapter Kuroi...but sir,Minors...MINORS!!

Actually, there's nothing NSFW about the pic, but I do get your message. I'll keep that in mind next time. xDD

Finally, Kurenai's Bio.

Name: Kurenai (紅)

Age: 24

Hair Color: Maroon

Eye Color: Purple

Alias: Red Tuner, Crimson Rotary Blazes

Wanted Level: Medium-low (For extreme speeding, dangerous driving)

Bounty: 6,500,000 yen

Nationality: Japanese

Occupation: Mechanic, Tuner, Test-driver.

Car Model: Mazda RX-7 Savanna S4 Turbo FC3S (1986) (Maroon)

Weapons of choice: Anything metal around her, MP5K SMG

Personality: Kurenai appears as a very friendly, easy to socialize and somewhat charming tomboy when she interacts with her members inside Steel Rose Maidens. She also harbors a great liking to Shinobu ever since having him join the team during his first-job vacancy test on the Yakuza Racing League with Kazuto giving him an opportunity to work. She also has a somewhat elder-sister personality when talking to Lacia, always knowing how to comfort her or encourage her when she is in doubt. However, when in the face of danger, she can be a very intimidating figure to get passed upon, as she is known to be incredibly excited and psychotic when she faces her enemies. She will not stop until her enemies are completely obliterated, and this often leads to Setsuna feeling the need to calm her down due to her mild symptom of unstable mindset when fighting. The origins of her mental instability when she fights remained unknown at the moment.

On the other hand, being affectionate wise, she is shown to have a fondness of hugging anyone she sees as a great friend or a family member. Kurenai shows a degree of affection towards Shinobu on such great level, that she is willing to give him a through wash in shower, not feeling embarrassed by the slightest bit and acknowledged that he will be the only man that she will ever do such things to, save for her other female friends wise.

As a mechanic, she is shown to be very knowledgeable on cars, especially rotary vehicles. As to how far her general knowledge is towards vehicles; that is still anyone’s guess as she can be very unpredictable when it comes to tuning cars with high potential or high performance.

Biography: She’s the main tuner from the Steel Rose Maidens team, also known as the Crimson Rotary Blazes (真紅ロータリーの炎) when she was still a more active racer back then before she joined the team. She used to be a main lover of rotary machines until she saw the wonders of other potential cars such as Porsches and Corvettes, and finally to the brink of Hypercar categories such as the McLaren and Koenigsegg cars, feeling the urge to study those cars along, she choose to do research to more than just merely rotary cars alone and decided to work her own path to be an all-round tuner that specialize in handling more than mere rotary machines.

Even though some people outside consider her action as being unwise or foolish in terms of business handling, Kurenai strived to understand more on cars that she find rare nowadays as she believed in their technology specifications could be of great help in her understanding on more modern cars as well as revising old machines’ performances in comparison. Her driving skills were as equal as her tuning skills, but due to her almost pre-occupied schedule all the time in Steel Rose Maidens’ HQ, she is rarely seen nowadays at the Shutoku Area with her FC, hence her nickname is now somewhat of an enigmatic mention in the circle of street racers.

Driving style: As a driver, she is shown to be an extremely aggressive racer type with unpredictable reflexes, always putting herself in favor of high speed handling condition over safety as she believes that she can continue to grow faster as a driver if she keeps putting her life on the line while racing in such speed. Thanks to the constant trauma experience her body and mindset faced over the years, she is known to be very positive-minded even when pressured by her drivers.

Special Thing worth a mention: Kurenai has very sharp eyes, often able to see objects far away more than what others members can.

This post has been edited by クロイ on Mar 11 2013, 10:53 PM

Updates please

*playing sound files no.142*

[ERROR]: Unable to track footage. Sound only selected.

*Sirens*

Female Officer 1: The suspect with the stolen black Dodge Charger is seen heading outbound on C1. Last seen with illegally shipped modification racing parts that bypassed government inspection and it is believed to be carried by this driver. Proceed with caution.

Male Officer 1: Roger, proceeding with pursuit and apparently one of our units are down. Requesting back up, repeat, requesting back up.

Tsubame: I'll handle this one. Stand down, officer.

Female Officer 1: Confirmed arrival of Officer Hirano, all counter-measures are go, take him out before he causes any more damage. We need the suspect alive at all cost!

Tsubame: Copy that.

*sound clicks*

[End of Sound File No.142]

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Duty calls...no rest for the committed...

Her journey marches on with the deafening sirens...

This post has been edited by クロイ on Feb 15 2013, 01:34 AM

@kuroi
I like it brother

Expect the next chapter soon, bro.

It's almost close to a year since the last chapter

I know...been really busy, so...sorry about the hiatus...but I'll try and get a chapter done somehow.

BI**H!!WHERE THE f**k HAVE YOU BEEN MOTHERF**KER???

ITS BEEN TOO DAMN LONG SINCE I SEE YOUR ASS ROUND HERE!!

also..its good to see you man..I've missed you..no homo...

Relax buddy, take your time oh and you might want to check out my "literary attempt" here in WME

Thanks man...I'll do my best.

Chapter 10 – The Job (仕事, 仕事!)

Sirens are heard from afar at the early night of Shutoku Area, as the busy roads on the C1 junction was mildly disrupted by a speeding black muscle car. The engine sound was deafening and it literally startled several sedan drivers hard enough for them to swerve about nervously, fearing they may crash to the reckless driver of the vehicle. The Dodge Charger SRT-8 slalomed ferociously around the heavy traffic as the exhaust pipes start spewing flames within every gear shifted on its motion.

The sirens grew louder as from not too far behind, there are many speeding machines wearing black and white paint with blue and red lights blinking rapidly. They charged directly to the muscle car escaping while skilfully weave through the civilian drivers. Their radio chatters were so loud that they can be heard throughout the already busy roads of the C1 area. The atmosphere was heavy and filled to the brim with tension. The police interceptors were on a hot pursuit…

“PSE Central to all units, requesting your status report.” A female voice echoed through a transceiver inside a policeman’s car.

“This is Unit 3 to Central.” The policeman responded while maintaining a focused driving stance with his hands locked on the steering. “Suspect is still on the move. He is driving aggressively and we already lost one of our units, requesting backup. This pursuit has lasted for more than 10 minutes. Suspect is believed to carry a set of illegally shipped modification parts for illegal racing purpose and the Dodge Charger seemed to be modified to keep up with higher class vehicles. Our Camaro SS Interceptors are having a hard time keeping up with it on straights, the driver appears to be highly skilled too. We have to request help, please authorize the use of roadblock units, over.”

As the radio transmission ends, three Camaro SS Interceptors continued their pursuit on the Dodge Charger as they weave through another few more curves and slalomed their way through the traffic cars. Inside the Dodge Charger, the suspect driver was a black-haired man wearing a pair of sunglasses, clad in brown leather. He teases the clutch on his machine as he charged through the straight path after a corner exit with a stomp on the accelerator. He is smirking in confidence, almost certain that he will make it out. There were also a shotgun and two large backpacks on his Dodge’s passenger seat.

“Good try, cops…but Lady Luck is with me today.” The driver smiled as he pressed on the red button on his steering wheel. And once the switch is pressed, loud hissing can be heard inside his car as the nitrous oxide gas tanks inside the vehicle begin to release the payload of extra oxygen burning and it instantly sends the Dodge Charger straight off to a staggering 320 kilometres per hour, almost instantly leaving the Camaro cop cars behind by a large margin. “Nobody will interrupt me this time.”

“Damn it!” One of the Camaro SS cop driver exclaimed in frustration. “The suspect has escaped with a nitrous boost. Ours are already empty from trying to close our gap on him! Unit 3, how about you?”

“High and dry, sir!” the third Camaro SS on the right end replied with a rather displeased tone. “Ours are empty too. We can’t maintain pursuit at this rate…”
“Let me take over from here, officers. Good work, everyone.” A mature, female voice was heard throughout all three Camaro SS’s transceiver. Then not long after, the police officers heard a loud engine roar from the rear mirror and a slightly blurred-out red and blue blinking light flashed about. They immediately recognize it was their backup unit arriving and let out a sigh in relief.

“Roger, Officer Hirano. Proceed with caution.” The Camaro SS Unit 1 driver opened a path for the backup interceptor to take over the lead. “This is Unit 1 to Central, I am standing down, backup has arrived, over.” As the Camaro SS pulled over, the backup car finally caught up and took over as the leading pursuit interceptor. The car was none other than the recognizable Stuttgart horse emblem…

The Porsche…

A black Porsche 911 GT2 RS came blasting through the clear straights and swerved through multiple traffic cars as if they’re road cones. The siren echo loudly through the speakers of the beautiful German vehicle as the police flashlights blinked brightly, illuminating the asphalt road blue and red. The 911 swerved through the Hamazakibashi Branching across the C1 area, the tyres gripping the road as the Camaro SS Interceptors followed from behind.

“Patch me in with the situation on the suspect in the Dodge Charger, Central.” Tsubame requested through the radio transmission as she continued to slalom through the traffic cars with precision. “I need the suspect’s details on the damage done to state so far through the pursuit.”

“Patching in, Officer Hirano.” The female officer in the Central HQ complied as she continued typing away on the keyboard on her computer to track the current suspect using the GPS software that is linked up with a traffic satellite in the orbit. The Dodge Charger SRT-8, still on the run was shown in a signal at a map and it also displays the time period of the car exceeding speed limits along with its current speed, which is currently exceeding over 330 kilometres per hour. “Suspect has stolen the Dodge Charger as a transport for illegal delivery of racing parts that have bypassed governmental inspection, believed to be used for prohibited racing activities across the roads. The suspect is a highly skilled driver and is known to be very resilient. He has been dragging on our last pursuit Camaro SS Units for the past 12 minutes. Use all available counter-measure to bring him in for processing. We need the suspect alive, I repeat, we need him alive, over.”

“Copy that, Central. Currently in hot pursuit.” Tsubame replied as she shifted the gearbox back to gear 4 as she crossed over another sharp turn at the edge of the Hamazakibashi Branching. “Proceeding to Kasumigaseki Tunnel, I got visual on the suspect now.” Tsubame glanced at her speedometer for a moment and it is showing that she is travelling at 280 kilometres per hour. Despite the rather intense build of speed through the powerful engine, Tsubame remained calm as she enters the slipstream behind the Dodge Charger SRT-8, reducing wind resistance and waiting for her slingshot overtake on an opening. As the two cars’ gap are closing, the Camaro SS support units caught up too, as they are no longer disrupted by the suspect’s attempt to try anything at the moment. “Officer Hirano to all units, deploy your first roadblock unit, I am going to disable the suspect!”

“Roger, Officer Hirano.” One of the male officers complied immediately as he started his car’s engine, followed by a few other interceptors standing by from behind. “Dispatching roadblock ahead of you, steer left on your arrival, over.” As the officer move his own Camaro SS to standing by on the left of the road, two SUV interceptors parked their cars sideways on the middle, followed by two Crown Victoria Interceptors barricading the right side, almost covering the entire road while leaving a space for vehicles to pass. The traffic cars immediately slow down to pass inspection on the cops patrolling around the roadblock soon after. The roadblock was made at the exit of the tunnel at the Kasumagaseki, and through the tunnel, the sound of loud engine noise can already be heard, even though it was still a somewhat faint echo.

“All units, break left.” Tsubame commanded the Camaro SS Interceptors. “Roadblock ahead, try and box the suspect in from both sides, I’ll press on with the tailgating.” Tsubame finally reached to a mere few meters of distance between the Dodge Charger, she gave a push on the accelerator and gave the Dodge a heavy shunt from the rear. The driver inside the SRT-8 felt every bit of that hit and grunted in pain as the shock knocked him slightly off his own seat as he nearly knocked himself at the steering wheel. After contact has been made, Tsubame cranked on the volume at the open speakers of the Porsche Interceptor, ready to give out her warning.

“Public Speed Enforcers!! Stop your vehicle! PULL OVER!”

The driver bit his own lips in frustration as cold sweat is starting to break out, he ignored the loud warning and pressed on the accelerator as hard as his foot would allow to. He can already feel the strange, awkward lack of balance between the right and left side of the rear bumper. His suspicion wasn’t wrong; the Dodge Charger’s left side of the rear bumper was hit hard and was literally dangling around the air with only but a small chunk of it remained intact. The left rear-lights were also broken and demolished by that huge shunt from the 911.

“Suspect is not slowing down, but I made contact.” Tsubame reported the situation to the Central as she maintained her pursuit position, while the two Camaro SS interceptors tried to box in on the damaged SRT-8 on both left and right side. They have reached close to the roadblock, it’s only a matter of time before a number of them crash square on towards the interceptors assigned on the roadblock and Tsubame is aware of what will happen if the Camaros don’t hurry up. “Unit 2 and Unit 3, you gotta hurry, the roadblock is only about 2 kilometres from where we are now! Try to force the suspect on the right side while you’re boxing him in!”

“Roger, ma’am!” Unit 3 complied as he steered hard while blocking the left side, giving a side slam on the Dodge Charger, knocking him towards the right side where the other Camaro is standing by to steer right a bit to generate some space, before Unit 2 gave another slam on the right side on the Dodge Charger, causing the car to steer off balance for a short moment before it regained the grip on the tarmac, The Unit 2’s Camaro SS immediately brake hard after the attack and steer to the left for driving through the roadblock as they’re already visible to the eyes not too far away. “Roadblock ahead of us, brace for impact, people!”

“3 on 1….dirty cops!” The driver snarled angrily, he immediately pressed a button on the right side of his steering and it triggers something on his car. “Eat this, sucker!” The lower part of the Dodge Charger immediately let out a loud clicking sound and dropped a square-like material across the road. Now about 10 metres away from the Porsche 911, the officer realize that the driver has dropped off something from his vehicle, and she is having a terrible feeling about it. Once the chained snapping sound is heard and the square device expands on both sides and exposed a criss-cross band of iron filled to the brim with razor sharp mini spikes, Tsubame immediately slammed on the brakes as hard as she could.

“Spike strips…” Tsubame thought inside her head as she steer off from the device and go around the road, as the Porsche 911 dodged the spike, the device immediately got ran over by some unfortunate rich driver in a Porsche Boxster. The front tyres were blown and shredded to pieces as the car spun out wildly across the tunnel, resulting in a complete halt and causing an accident scene after being caught in the crossfire of the pursuit. Back to the Dodge Charger SRT-8, now bruised and badly damaged, continued to fight on against the PSE cops. The 911 is losing ground mildly due to the attempt of the driver trying to throw her off by using the weapon just now. “I evaded the spike strip; I am okay, continuing pursuit, over.”

As they charge towards the roadblock, all officers are already standing by off road at the exit tunnel of Kasumigaseki. Their guns, armed, locked and loaded; ready to spring into action as their target made its way fast. The parked interceptors were accompanied by some road spikes along, not giving the suspect any chance to break free even with the use of brute force alone.

“Incoming, all units! Look alive!!” The roadblock officer exclaimed as the four cars made their way at an extreme speed. The Dodge Charger was ahead the rest of everyone else and he was currently at the middle of the road, blocked to death by two parked SUV interceptors…as the Porsche gave a final shunt on the left side of the rear bumper to tip the Dodge Charger, it finally swerve to the right due to the sharp angle of that hit.

“Oh…shi—“ before the driver can even finish his words, the black muscle car ran over the spikes on the roadblock and finally spun out and made a T-bone against the right SUV, the impact was not strong enough to break the roadblock’s toughest vehicles however, and as the result, the Dodge Charger was lifted from the rear on the impact of the crash before it came back down to the asphalt, coming to a complete halt.

“Target down.” Tsubame announced as she stopped the Porsche 911 and park it aside the exit of the tunnel. “All units, remain on standby. The suspect may still carry a weapon with him.” The Camaro units stopped along and all got out of their cars respectively, as the entire crew of PSE officers close in to the wrecked Dodge Charger slowly with their guns armed and aimed directly at the target. Tsubame loaded her .44 Magnum revolver as well, her eyes focused on the shattered windows of the muscle car, looking for any movements from the suspect, which seemed to be covered in blood. “Suspect is wounded, but be on guard.”

As expected, the motionless driver finally made a sudden movement with him holding his shotgun and apparently it was already loaded as he cocks the gun quickly to take aim. He was aiming directly at Tsubame but before he can pull the trigger, Tsubame pulled hers faster and the magnum bullet punched through the trigger finger of the driver. He writhed in pain for a moment before he fell over on the ground from the busted door of the wreckage that was originally a muscle car. Tsubame closes in and everyone else pointed their weapons below him, sealing the outcome of the long pursuit.

“Target has been successfully apprehended, good job, Officer Hirano.” Chief Wanijima’s voice can be heard through the radio transceivers. “Bring the target in, and treat whatever serious wounds he has. We need this man alive as he may have a clue to what Kazuto up to. Now the road is busy, so be sure to clear out the path ASAP. The pursuit is over, all units, return to Central HQ for your next sortie. Also, confiscate the cargos and the weapon that the suspect carries, we need them for evidence on the charges of Kazuto’s gang trying to start another illegal race somewhere in Japan again. Finally, do some brief inspection on the car to see if there’s any other hidden evidence.”

“Roger, Chief.” Tsubame obeyed, her head turned to the attention on the totalled SRT-8. “All units, get the suspect to the nearest hospital to treat those wounds, get someone to keep an eye on the suspect in the hospital or place a tracker on him while chain his wrist on the patient’s bed to prevent any escape attempt. I will stay here to look for more evidence.”

“Understood, Officer Hirano.” The police officers then split up and started working accordingly. The Camaro SS units begun their return trip while the roadblock units started to pick up the spikes and retract the spike strip seeing as it wasn’t ran over by the Dodge Charger yet so it is reusable. Finally, the leader of the roadblock unit called for an ambulance request as he maintained his position with another officer backing him up on watching the suspect.

Meanwhile, Tsubame proceed to the Dodge Charger’s wreckage and check on the rear trunk of the damaged car. She easily tugged the rear trunk as the lock was already destroyed during the wreckage, much to her surprise; she saw a brown backpack. As she opened it on the main zipper, it was crammed full of United States dollar notes, each piece of note worth a hundred dollars. She immediately close the backpack again and grabbed the cash and toss it to the assistant officer. He managed to grab the bag, although he nearly dropped it due to the weight.
“More evidence, officer.” Tsubame said as she hopped back to the Porsche 911 GT2 RS. As she started the engine once more and drove pass the two remaining officers, she turned to the one that is leading the roadblock units. “Keep an eye on this guy. Tomorrow we may need to have a delicate negotiation in session, officer. Good work.”

“Yes, thanks, ma’am. Leave it to us.” The officer gave a quick salute as Tsubame drove off and the 911 sprinted away as swiftly as a gust of wind, leaving the aftermath of a resolved hot pursuit scene across the midnight of C1 area.

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Meanwhile, somewhere across the dark corridor with but a few yellow hazard lights spinning and illuminating the area, stood a figure and it seems to be on a conversation with someone on a cellphone. Besides the figure was a car covered in silver veil and was secured with a lock that was used to cover the knot made on the veil to prevent anyone from opening it in secret. That figure was speaking casually and was walking in circles around the car. The slight scent of ethanol can be smelled throughout the wide corridor as there was a gas stand not too far away that has a long hose that writes “E-85 Ethanol Biofuel”.

“…yes, I already know that. Don’t worry, it’s been taken care of.” The figure spoke with a rather upbeat voice as it was revealed that she was a woman clad in blackish red long-sleeve jacket. She appears to be a fairly tall female in youth, with long lowered twin-tailed stylized hair of purple. She was also seen wearing a cat-like smile. And she seems to have heterochromatic eyes too, red on her left and blue on her right and her appearance was finished with a pair of purple glasses. “…oh please, that was an accident. I am sure you’ve read my report before, no?”

“…haha, you do realize paperwork was never really my thing, so…sorry!” The female apologized with a feigned innocent smile and a wink. She then turned back to the veiled car and flipped a car-key with her other free hand playfully as she continued her talk with the inaudible voice of her contact through the cell phone. “Hey, no worries…I made it back alive, see? Everything is fine, okay? You really need to lighten up, sir! Oh, and psst… how is that girl doing? Is she still good and all?”

“…Ah, I see! Hey, send my best regards to her too, okay? Thanks a bunch, Hassy! You’re the best!” The female giggled as she twirled about on the corridor like no one’s business. She then turned over to the hidden sign of the Public Speed Enforcer emblem on the wall behind her and gave a quick salute with that same cat-like cheery smile. “Anyway…how is that guy doing? Any clues on his whereabouts yet? …No? Ah hell, I guess I’ll find him myself. Heh. Yeah….sure, no problem! Thanks a bunch again! I am out!” The female then twirls on her cell phone playfully and closed it, ending the call as she keeps it on her pocket. As she readjusts her glasses, she glared at the veiled car again before she took a deep breath with her eyes closed.

“Ah…the scent sure is nostalgic…” She exhaled with a big smile as her eyes opened slowly once more. “…The beautiful scent…of Ethanol…I can’t wait to see his face…” She blinked her eyes as she stares at the ceiling’s clear glasses, which expose a bit of moonlight below where she stands.

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Chapter 10 felt strangely short... but at least you've finally got PSE running again. Looking forward to the future chapters.

I'm going to post something important too... I'm still completing it at the moment but I hope you'll check it out when it is.