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Well...it's because Chapter 10 was meant to be a build for something bigger...so, expect Chapter 11 to be a bit longer. =)

And much appreciated on your support.

ah finally an update!
good to see some epic chasing.

Alright, here it is. The legendary El Camino.

Name: Marcus "Crash" Lawrence

“What'cha gonna do, nigga? ACT A FOOL!”

Age: 26

Hair Color: Black

Eye color: Brown

Nickname: Crash Lawrence, The Juggernaut

Wanted Level: Very high (extensive property damage, extreme speeding, numerous hit-and-run cases)

Bounty: 50,000,000 yen or even higher

Nationality: American

Occupation: Unknown

Car Model: Chevrolet El Camino SS (Gunmetal), Undisclosed Vehicle (Unknown color)

Weapons of Choice: garage tools, HK UMP45

Biography: Little is known by the Japanese locals about him, but Marcus has a dark past. He used to be the leader of the "West Side Kings", a set under the large and powerful gang, the Kings. There was a full-blown war between the Kings and their sworn enemies, the Hunters. The feud created so much casualties both gangs called the war "pointless" and decided to form an alliance to make their activities more profitable. Spearheaded by Raymond "RJ" Johnson, the "Johnson Syndicate" was comprised of not only African-American gangs but also gangs of other races like the Hispanic-American gang the Latin Falcons. Marcus was against the illegal activities done by RJ, but he was immediately outnumbered when he fought against the large and powerful drug syndicate. One by one, his fellow set "soldiers" were either killed or captured, until only three West Side Kings members left their hometown to live a new life. Marcus left USA and traveled to Japan to smell the fresh air of peace. He also left his homeland because he was a marked man not only by the syndicate, but by the police as well - corruption among the police was prevalent and such corrupt cops were also members of the syndicate.

At first, Marcus lived as a normal citizen, and he took extra care of his prized possession, a Chevrolet El Camino imported from his homeland. The illegal racing scene enticed him a few years after, and instead of being a weekend driver, the El Camino was turned from a weekend driver into a fully-bred racing machine. Marcus made a name for himself as a fierce contender, a driver who can make mincemeat out of his opponent's car. He was so infamous, people either challenged him to see who's better, or simply backed away out of fear. The Yakuza was interested in him too, but Marcus declined any invitation to the organized crime family because he doesn't want to be involved in gang-related affairs again. Little did he know that the scars of his past will return to haunt him, and his tormentor will be a much, much more powerful force than he was before...

Personality: Potty-mouthed, talkative, provocative. Marcus is a person who loves to make people angry. He keeps blabbering anywhere, whether on the street or behind the wheel. Anyone enraged by his antics are bound to receive further torment from him. He's also a charismatic person and possesses the qualities of a leader, which are proven by his time as a leader of a gang set back in his American days. He cares for the people close and loyal to him and will do anything to protect them from harm.

His dark past may not have turned him into a cold, hard, merciless killer (in fact, he doesn't like killing people), but deep inside him, he wishes to avenge the deaths of his beloved West Side Kings boys.

Driving Style: Frustration-inducing, "troll-ish". Crash loves toying with his opponents during races with mind tricks and such. He's a little passive, but once someone's anger gives in and decides to fight fire with fire, his "extreme trolling" strategies kick in, and anyone foolish enough to try ramming him off the road will turn into a crumpled heap of metal in an instant. Every racer on the streets also fear his uncanny ability of sending each and every cop car flying when in a pursuit. Only an insane person would try to give Marcus a run for his money - but they either get demolished or busted in the process.

He may be untouchable but he doesn't really ram a cop at full power most of the time. After all, all he wants to do in a pursuit is to mess with cops. He doesn't try to kill anyone on the road too - he just makes his opponent's pride lead to his demise.

Chevrolet El Camino SS: proclaimed as a "5000 lb block of f**k YOU", it is so rigid dents caused by a 130 km/h collision still doesn't do much damage. The roll bars, strut bars, member braces, and other rigidity-increasing materials used are made from special metal alloys to make the car as solid as a brick block. The bodywork was re-made with a special carbon fiber compound to decrease overall weight, balancing lightness and chassis strength.

The 7.4 liter V8 has been stroked up to nearly 7.8 liters, and a twin-scroll supercharger boosts the output to a whopping 950 hp. It's so monstrous, many people thought that Marcus used a NASCAR V8. Maybe the numbers could have been higher, but Marcus tuned the engine to be able to do multiple top-speed runs without worrying about breaking parts.

It's also loaded with the equipment a street racer must have - direct port nitrous system, EMP burst system and a jammer system. Crash seems to be conservative about these though since his tactics are focused on physical contact.

The number of cars taken down by Marcus are painted on the left door below the side windows as small, black car symbols crossed out by a red X, and on the right door, below the door handle are the three letters WSK, in memory of his beloved men mercilessly murdered by the Johnson Syndicate.

Special thing worth a mention: The Japanese racers named him as "Crash" Lawrence because of his ability to decimate his rivals. Coincidentally, his nickname in America is also "Crash" because what made him the leader of the WSK set isn't only his charisma - he also caused major damage to property during pursuits and altercations with enemy gangs.

He also has a spare LS7 crate motor with an output of 1200 hp to replace the old carb'd motor if ever the old 454 engine becomes damaged beyond repair.

Fun facts:

1. Some inspiration came from a YouTuber by the name of Jloco11. His voice and his swearing/cursing are perfect for a character like this.

2. I suggested an El Camino for Crash Lawrence because it's usually my go-to car when I do team escapes and pursuits in Need For Speed: World, and not to mention that it's a "Juggernaut" special, giving it added ramming power to send cop cars flying.

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speaking of characters, y u no include yet Johnny Sasaki the one in charge of PSE's Armory >:

This post has been edited by +-!mma_N00B-+ on Feb 16 2013, 10:26 AM

@kuroi
Excellent work there Kuroi, perfect for getting PSE back online

Thanks man...I did do hope there'll be more motivation to keep me going after such a long idle...it's almost nostalgic.

Edit: Thanks for the bio, I'll work on however I can for it, and eh...there will be more of the armory, promise. :>

This post has been edited by クロイ on Feb 16 2013, 07:14 PM

short......son,i am dissapoin....owait...i meant good read son...i am proud of you son...

Red...and blue...heterochromia? Silver car? And ethanol of all things?
Sounds...fishy.

Massive update incoming...and with a black/white pic for the new character in the end. :3

Warning: 10,000+ words.

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Chapter 11 – MOONSHOT Climax (月影の殴打 - クライマックス)

It was a cloudy afternoon at the Central Headquarters of Public Speed Enforcers. Officers walked accordingly to their own seats, working on their usual routine in passing documents, reports and phone calls around the communication network. Everyone was busy with something and seemed to be on fully occupied with duties, all except for Jesse. It wasn’t long before Dominic walked in and gave him a good tap on the shoulders. Jesse nearly flinched from the hard hit nonetheless.

“Hey, big guy.” Jesse chuckled. “How’s it going?”

“Hardly anything much actually…” Dominic stretches his arms a bit as he looked around the busy hallway of the HQ. “Since last night’s case of pursuit on that Dodge guy around C1, there hasn’t been much activity going on for those street racers…almost seemed like we’re at peace again, eh, Jesse?” Dominic’s sarcastic remark hardly made Jesse laugh, but he did nonetheless. There was no denying it, the entire Tokyo Area seemed to be free of any crude activity of street racers since Tsubame’s efforts on busting the suspect of the black SRT-8. “It’s a shame I didn’t get to join the fun though…even though that chase last night was more than enough handled by manpower actually…”

“Well, we ought to be generous with our deployment when catching minor suspects, even if they have strong possibility that they may hold clues for our main objective. Going out with heavy numbers certainly won’t make the big bad come out any sooner, so we might as well reserve a bit of our units accordingly.” Jesse explained as he glanced at one of the male officers discussing something important with another female officer on the desk faraway. “Speaking of which, Commander Hasimoto sure hasn’t been lazy…he’s actually requesting additional patrol units to guard on the C1 Area since last night’s fiasco. Guess we won’t have to worry about that area for the time being…”

“While I am glad about something else.” Dominic crossed his arms, leaning on a wall next to a bulletin board. “I am glad we’re not stuck with doing paperwork like many of those nuggets there on the Traffic Patrol Division. Heh…I kinda almost felt sorry for the new girl actually…”

“What? You mean Cadet Oswald?” Jesse asked, believing that it is the only notable new recruit among all nuggets.

“Yep…the girl hasn’t rest much since last week, and she was stuck with keeping track of drivers that are caught racing on Shutoku Area.” Dominic said. “She is still…nervous about the whole patrol part, but seeing how she managed to capture 7 suspects from a runaway truck driving the borrowed C5 Vette, I don’t see she’ll have any problem in blending well with our bunch.”

“Yeah…good help like her can be hard to find.” Jesse concurred. “Let’s just hope that our leader knows how to guide her accordingly in the future… with this much shit on our hands, Kazuto’s capture seemed to be the least of our worries for now.” As Jesse finished his talk, fairly loud footsteps were heard from an entrance corridor. Two shadowy figures were seen from there, and one stepped out immediately as none other than Tsubame herself, followed by the calm and collected ringleader of the entire PSE himself, Chief Naze Wanijima. Both of the relaxed officers, followed by the rest immediately stop what they’re doing and stood up to face the Chief and gave their salute.

“Chief Wanijima, Officer Hirano.” Dominic gave his word of salute before anyone else.

“Sir!!”

“At ease, everyone.” Chief ordered, his hands clasped on the expensively polished wooden stick he carries to support his stance due to his age, but his expression remained sharp and focused as any other officers. “Officer Hirano has some details regarding about the suspect she captured last night in the stolen Dodge Charger SRT-8 and it may lead to some clue on what your next sortie is. Hirano, if you would please.”

“Yes, sir.” Tsubame obeyed as she stepped forward. The looks on every officer became sharp and serious as soon as her words reached their ears. “Listen up, the suspect I capture last night was a wanted man named Nikata Ohyama, aged 31 and he is a long-term collaborator with our main target Kazuto. Has a long record of illegal trades with the Yakuzas and even other drug lords around the globe, quite a big individual actually; and he has a cache of illegally obtained racing parts for any racing activities that were otherwise prohibited by the law. This man has been escaping capture for the past 9 months, so I am going to assign one of you to negotiate with this man in the hospital. He’s currently chained on his bed, so technically he won’t be going anywhere unless he’s got a compact chainsaw around his pocket; but stay on guard.”

“So…who would be going for the visit to our criminal VIP at the hospital?” Dominic asked sarcastically, his hands on his waist, hardly smiling.

“Jesse, you’re up.” Tsubame ordered, her eyes beamed directly to the officer. “Bring along 2 or 3 more people as backup in case the suspect started to act violent. Get whatever information you can from the guy. He’s has multiple connection through many interactions with large criminals that PSE deemed wanted, so whatever clues he gives would definitely serve us as an extra door leading us closer to busting our current main target. So…any questions before we proceed?” As soon as Tsubame asked that question, one female officer raised her hand from the crowd. “Yes?”

“Ma’am Hirano, why wouldn’t you be there with the assigned officer along?” The officer asked. “I mean…you’re the one who busted the suspect, shouldn’t you carry on with the role as the leader in getting to the bottom of this man?”
“I’d love to, but with another few more concerning issues rising at our current records, I cannot comply. So someone would have to take over for me, officer.” Tsubame calmly answered as she turns back to Jesse. “So, Jesse…have you any objections for this?”

“No, ma’am. I can handle negotiations. Leave it to me.” Jesse replied with a confident smile. “After all, gathering intel is part of my specialty. I won’t let you down, and you know it.

“Good. Then it’s settled; now…I’d like you all to pay attention to this.” Tsubame snaps a finger and the signal went to the upper floor of the hallway. One of the officers there on the computer desk pressed the “Enter” key on the keyboard and an aligned LED monitors stuck on the upper wall started projecting an archives of different individual’s photo profiles and details listed on a glowing blue screen.
“What is this…what are we looking at?” Dominic asked, unsure of the details presented on the monitors.

“These are the current individuals that we believe may have additional clues to what Kazuto is pulling next.” Tsubame explained as the detail of each individual is shown along with their car details. “They’re all out of Japan, as you can see. Each of them is likely to be involved in illegal street-racing collaboration with the Yakuza head here. We have confirmed multiple logs of their collaborations through these pictures that we analysed from the spies we sent on a recon against them. For now…let’s take a look at this man.” The monitor shows a bald man with brown eyes.

“Vega Limburger, 43 years old, American. Owner of a garage named The Demon’s Pit, and a long-running criminal that has escaped capture since his 5 year sentence on jail for murdering a policeman in New York. Also has quite a record on illegal racing activities around the world and illegal car trading. His current whereabouts are unknown, but we have tracked his last position was around Kanagawa area when he made a deal with Kazuto there for shipping muscle cars that bypassed inspections of Japan’s local PD. Our PSE units couldn’t track him until our spies confirm it was him after his arrival in 14th of July 2012.
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“That was last year’s? Why haven’t we got this guy yet?” Dominic asked again. It was year 2013 now so to speak. “Is this guy really that hard to handle?”
“He’s rather shady. His activity was minimal since the last 2 months of 2012.” Tsubame continued. “The last trade he made with one of Kazuto’s henchmen was 5 Mustangs and 5 Ferraris across the harbour near Yokohama. Now, we tracked his next deal again with Kazuto himself around last month.”

“What is he driving now?” Jesse asked. Tsubame marked the detail of the man on the “Last Seen Driving” detail using a laser pointer. “Oh…guy’s rich.”

“Typical.” Dominic added with a sarcastic smirk.

“Corvette ZR1.” Tsubame uttered the name of the car that Vega drives. “This ZR1 isn’t like those regular factory spec ones. Reports from our technical confirmed that the car has quite a mileage on exceeding speed limits and has been charged for multiple times on illegal modifications, but was neglected by him obviously, since the last time we saw him, it’s still the same ZR1. The machine can originally churn out 620 horsepower at a fairly low revving rate. But this ZR1 has an insane boost on power and reinforced body for rigidity, and it’s capable of blasting out a whopping 1000 horsepower. And it has managed to outrun one of our helicopter units with ease.” After hearing Tsubame’s report on the machine, everyone in the hallway begun murmuring about the car and the suspect but their chatters are still indistinct. “This man has thrown in a fortune of his own wealth on this car and has modified it to be one of the ultimate anti-cop machines, and has been armed to the teeth with the latest cop-countermeasure mechanisms. That includes the use of our own spike strip techs, as well as EMPs and jammer systems.”

“Not a bad way to spend several millions…” Jesse added on the remark. “So, this is the guy we need to pay attention first? What about the other guys?”

“We’ll worry about them later. For now, focus on this man.” Tsubame responded with a strict expression. As the monitor shifts into a map with a location marker blinking blue and red like a police car’s lights, it was pointed at the Yokohane Line’s position somewhere around the Hamakawasaki zone, just right after that sharp corner before the slightly curvy long straight path of the high-speed area. “We tracked down some of the drivers carrying the emblem of The Demon’s Pit Garage are parked around the road there somewhere, along with a number of suspicious cars that were believed to be street racers. Our mission would be to track these people and bring them in for processing; using whatever means to stop them from escaping.”

“Think they’re going to have another race there?” Jesse asked. “Not that it has to do with me for now…”

“Most likely. And we’re going to find out soon.” Tsubame said as she turned her attention back to Chief Wanijima. “Chief, any other orders you would like to issue?”

“Now, Officer Hirano has given the objective. It’s time to act accordingly. Jesse, you have your orders, take 3 men with you on to the hospital that Nikata Ohyama is currently held custody in. Dominic, you will accompany Hirano along with a group of officers assigned to Jaguar XKRs. Form a group of 6 for now. Backup will arrive should there be any need. I’ve briefed to Hirano as to what you will expect on the scene. All other officers, carry on with your investigation on the rest of the other mentioned suspects after Vega Limburger. Analyze the data on these individuals and find significant details so the other crew leaders can brief their members for their respective investigations. No time to lose. I wish you all the best of luck in your missions, dismissed.” Naze gave out his orders calmly as he let out a small cough after issuing his chain of orders. “Now, prepare your gear, Hirano. I’ll accompany you along on your way.”

“There’s no need for that, sir. I can –“

“This is personal, and I believe you would like to hear it, child.” The Chief interrupted with the same tone of calmness, finally convinced Tsubame to listen.

“…sure then. What is it?” Tsubame and the Chief walked slowly back to the corridor, followed by 5 people behind her that will soon join her for the pursuit team in Yokohane Line. “Something troubling your mind, sir?”

“How do you feel when you tried the new Porsche?” The Chief asked with a slight smile while continuing to walk slowly next to Tsubame.

“It’s a wonderful machine, Chief.” Tsubame complimented with a professional tone that controlled her excitement, but her sarcastic smile somehow says that she is more than impressed. “Pretty nice a change for driving something new other than my GT500 all the time, if you ask my opinion. But why a Porsche of all things? I haven’t quite earned the right to drive one of these yet, do I? Considering my rank and all…”

“Your rank is irrelevant to what you worth on your next procured interceptor.” The Chief said with a serious face now. “I choose to assign you with it because I know you can drive better and you deserve more than just one interceptor. The PSE spares no expenses in keeping street racers in line after all, so don’t compromise. You’re a committed officer, Hirano. I believe in your abilities enough to entrust you with some of the most expensive gear we have to offer, even though the other government collaborators don’t exactly agree with the way you do things sometimes. You actually deserve a promotion for all the service you did to us. But that’ll have to wait.”

“Why? Because my methods are brutal?” Tsubame said with a sarcastic grin. Dominic and the other 4 officers looked at each other before they shrugged with puzzled faces.

“No, it’s just that we don’t have time for promotions even…with so many marks of suspects needed arrest and charges or death penalties even.” Naze said with a slightly depressed face. “However, I will arrange a time for it…once you resolve this current situation.”

“Thank you sir…” Tsubame smiled in relief. “By the way…how is Commander Hasimoto doing?”

“He’s fine. On standby actually.” The Chief answered calmly as always. “Since his last duty on pursuit of a black Ferrari Modena, he’s been…busy with personal matters that I would rather not speak of for now…”

“I see…haven’t seen him a lot lately since the last pursuit with Commander Satoshi.” Tsubame implied, with her arms crossed. “Think we’ll be seeing him soon with so many people to catch now?”

“Certainly.” Chief nodded. “But I won’t stake my life on whether you’ll be crossing paths with him all the time. We have too much at stake here and we cannot afford to use too much manpower at once. That’s what the divisions are for, to separate you all accordingly to carry your duty using the minimal force necessary to prevent excessive damage on hot pursuits as well as other scenarios.”

“Well, that’s not what I am really concerned about anyway…” Tsubame retorted. As they reached to a split road of the long underground pathway from the entrance of the hallway, one path leads to the Interceptor garage and armory, while the other path leads to the SR Unit Hallway. They stopped on the middle and the Chief stood in the latter path, while Tsubame leads the men to the armory. They saluted one last time to the Chief before going their separate paths. “Thank you for the talk, Chief.”

“Don’t mention it, child. Now carry on with your mission. I’ll watch your bravery through the GPS monitoring room. Good luck out there.” Chief said with a confident smile as he turned slowly away from the officers and walked his way to the SR Unit Hallway on another set of stairs heading upwards, followed by Tsubame on her way downwards to the armory. After a fairly long distance, the Chief searched for his pocket and reached to his cell phone. And as he pressed on the device looking for contacts, he searched “Muramasa”. After he’s pressed the call button, he waited for the prompt in response. After a few seconds, there’s an answer.

“Yes, Chief?” A female voice came ringing into his right ear.

“Head to the SR Unit Hallway, it’s time for briefing.” The Chief ordered. “This is urgent. Do not be late.”

“Roger that, give me one minute!” The female voice said in a cheery voice before the call ended. And after that, the Chief kept his cell phone and continued his way through the next destination for another briefing to his other units.

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Meanwhile, at the armory, Tsubame has prepared her own revolver and loaded it with bullets as she chooses one of her keys from her own pocket. She chooses to go with the GT500 this time, believing that her old partner in speed enforcement still had a place for her, despite the latter Porsche is a much more luxurious and powerful car. After done packing up her gear, she turned to her comrades and gives a short briefing. The other officers, Dominic included, quickly loaded their gears and kept their car-keys along and faced their leader.

“Alright, attention people.” Tsubame’s order for attention immediately made everyone in the armory room focused. “We’re most likely going to have a large-scale race in our hands, from what our intel has gathered. The Chief already told me that we’ll be getting numerous roadblock unit supports as well as air support from our helicopter units. But this doesn’t mean we can be comfortable just yet. If there really is a race scene going on, we’ll have to shut it down at all cost and make sure we bring in as many suspects as we could to gather intel on whether it is about Vega Limburger or on Kazuto.”

“Noted, ma’am.” Dominic said, cracking his knuckles and neck along. “Say, will we have other backup units along during the pursuit? What are these guys driving?”
“The Demon’s Pit drivers are all seen driving supercars. Most of them are convertibles, could be for the convenience of possible gunfights should there be cop pursuits.” Tsubame said with her arms crossed. “The satellite tracked their cars and identified Vega’s garage boys holding on Corvette Grand Sports, two Porsche Cabriolets and a Maserati GranCabrio. While the other racers involved are mostly driving typical Jap tuners. Skylines, Evos, Supras and a Subaru Impreza. So it’s necessary we pick up some hard hitters along with a pack of power that can boost our kick. It’s the reason why you’re assigned to the XKRs this time. Dominic, you’ll be assigned to your new car from the Chief’s order for this mission.”

“Huh, I got a new interceptor?” Dominic scratched his head in slight disbelief. “Well, what I am gonna drive then?” Tsubame tossed a different car key to her member, and Dominic catches it with ease. After the muscular officer saw the design of the car key and the make’s logo, he was impressed. “Oh…wow…”

“You’ll take the Ford GT today, Dominic. The Viper can remain on maintenance for now.” Tsubame said. “It’s a modified version of the original supercharged V8 stroked up to 6 litres and packs around 650 to 700 horsepower, should be enough to handle just about any monster Japanese tunes those guys can afford, it’s also equipped with aluminium bumper guard, sharpened in edge for maximum impact on ramming suspect’s vehicles while minimizing the Ford GT’s damage. It’s a powerful but fairly expensive car, so try to bring it back in one piece, she’s brand new, Dominic.”

“That won’t be a problem, ma’am.” Dominic smiled as he keeps the car key in his pocket. “Say, any other backup units that will help in this operation? I mean…are we the only pursuit team here?”

“No, we’ll have one. But we’re not sure who yet.” Tsubame answered. “The Chief did say it was from the Special Response Division.”

“Commander Hasimoto?” Dominic uttered the name, as the other officers got their white helmets on and leather gloves.

“Maybe, maybe not. But it won’t matter. We need all the help we can get.”

Tsubame closed her eyes for a few seconds and turned to the electrical door that is secured by a password lock. Tsubame pressed on the numbers that disengages the lock and the card-slot opened itself after the light turns green. Tsubame proceed to swipe her officer card from her pocket and the door immediately recognize the numeric code and states the word “ACCESS GRANTED” as it split open and lead to the wide parking area of numerous police interceptor cars. Yellow hazard lights are spinning about, illuminating the corridor as indistinct radio chatter from distant speakers echo slowly on the huge parking lot… “All units, get on to your assigned vehicles and proceed to exit path B, move out!”

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The time was 4:27 PM as it shows on a public clock outside the Central HQ of PSE, and only a few seconds later, the underground hallway that was filled to the brim with police interceptors is now echoing multiple siren noises from running police cars, each with a different set of pitch and it’s almost deafening. And as the GT500 slide its way through a wide corner on the exit path of the underground parking lot that was marked by a letter B, behind the Ford machine was another Ford GT, followed by 4 more matching Jaguar XKR Interceptors, all of them ablaze with police-lights and sirens, the noise made by the PSE cars were amplified even further as their loud engines roared through the exit junction from the colossal Central HQ building, almost sending the bystander pedestrians in shock as they watch the cars weave through the few traffic cars before forming a straight double line team and cruise across the road that will eventually lead them to the highway in Kanagawa Area.

Meanwhile, at the highway roads of the Yokohane line, a fairly large crowd with many luxurious cars can be seen at one of the parking areas located there not too far from the toll booths. The gang seemed to be separated from their matching bunch and another team of Japanese people. Both seemed to be on a face off of some sorts as they were bearing serious faces on each other, eyes seemed to be filled with intensity.

The ones on the left corner were wearing matching black shirts and they came in a group of five. Their cars were convertible imports. Behind them parked a Maserati GranCabrio, two Corvette Grand Sports, and two Porsche 911 Cabriolets. All of them were painted the same darkish purple color with custom-painted bronze rims. They also carry a devil’s insignia that has the name The Demon’s Pit written on the car as a sticker.

The other side was a team of Japanese tuners, and they were all wearing casually with some are styled on typical hoodies and military jackets, the supposed leader of the crew has a dragon symbol on his left side of the sleeveless jacket, and he also wears a gold chain around his neck. The Japanese-Tune racers also came in a group of five. Behind them were parked with mostly local cars in this country, two Supras, one painted black and another painted red, followed by a silver R34 Skyline GT-R, a blue Subaru Impreza GDB-F and finally a gunmetal grey Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution VIII MR-Edition.

“So…how are we doing this?” The man on the matching team asked, he was the leader of the group on the convertibles, and he has brown hair with blue eyes, an American. The man has a fairly strong build. “You said you wanted a piece of our Garage’s deal…well you need to prove your worth for it. Our boss just ain’t gonna sell our parts and cars openly to street racers like you…and even if you got the skills, you’re gonna need enough cash to put on the line…our parts don’t come cheap, ya know?”

“That won’t be the problem, Dean.” The dragon-jacket wearing man said with a rather arrogant smile on his face. “You see, we don’t just want your parts…we want your cars.”

“Hey, you can’t just ask for slip races just cause you think you can drive in your own turf, homeboy!” One of the convertible members shouted out. He was an African-American man with a strong build, but has a slightly shorter height compared to the leader.

“Oh, I am sorry…didn’t you people know?” The leader on the Japanese team chuckled. “If you wanna race against the Sky Dragons, you gotta put your pink slips on the line…that’s why nobody here even in locals, are stupid enough to do it. But hey, you ain’t locals…so I am just giving you a late heads-up now.”

“Oh yeah, you sound like you’re such a badass just cause you drive a freakin’ Evo, Takashi, but I ain’t even sweating on you.” The leader said boldly. “You think just cause you Evo VIII is an MR edition you can say shit about others and act all badass, don’t ya? Alright then..7 grand buy in…how about that?”

“Oh yeah, you wanna amp this up?” Takashi nodded with excitement as the members behind him smiled with agreement. “Let’s do it right then. One of my boys just told me some cops are coming this way soon, whoever is the last man standing on the end of Haneda Airport’s tunnel exit is the winner. How about that? Let’s make it a 15 grand. If we win, you guys hand over your cars and we’ll have you work with Sato Kazuto, how about it? If we lose, we’ll sign up as your boss’s henchmen along, how does that sound?”

“Done deal then, but you do know you’re gonna lose, right?” Dean laughed.
“Heh, oh yeah you think the car’s instant win as long as it’s import?” Takashi snapped back. “My boys’ cars are all tuned to the gear, each of them can snap a speed about 5 seconds flat, smokes anything you bring…including those flimsy convertibles you brought! Hell, they looked like they couldn’t even take paint swaps, shame, dude…really. Cause we won’t play fair with tourists who walk in our turf with dirty shoes, you see…”

“Okay…fine. You want to do this retro, huh? You got it, right here.” Dean chuckled as he grabbed his cell phone and pressed on the numbers that lead to the contact named “Mr. V” on the screen. After a moment of pause, his call got a response. “Hello? Yeah, Mr. V…it’s me, Dean. Yeah…a bit of change of plans here, man…Mr. Sato’s gang here wanted to do this rough…said to put our rides on the line if we lose and we’ll go join em…go or no go?”

“Do it. It’s all good business for me.” The voice at the phone said calmly. “Impress me, Dean.” Mr. V said the last words before the call ended. Dean’s face has gotten stern and serious after that as he kept his cell phone back to the pocket.

“Let’s race.”

The racers looked at each other and nodded in agreement soon after. But once Takashi loaded himself into the Lan Evo VIII MR, he glared at Dean as he hops on to his own Maserati GranCabrio. As soon as they started their engines, Takashi revved on to his car as loud as possible on a few rapid stomps, trying to scare Dean, even though it won’t do much. Then soon after, he opened up his car window on the driver’s side and yelled at Dean one more time.

“Time to donate your money to Sato-san’s bank and your cars to our garage, Gaijin! Your convertible’s fancy crap ain’t got jack on pure Japanese power! Get ready to eat your own dust!!” Takashi exclaimed with a confident smirk. “Those parts are ours, whether you like it or not…you’ll see…” Takashi hit on the accelerator hard again as all ten cars charged out from the parking area and made their way through the downbound side of Yokohane Line across the Kanagawa area. Their engines roared through the fairly busy roads of the highway area across Shuto Expressway.

All ten cars were already clocking at speed of 250 kilometres per hour at this point, and their speed are climbing progressively as the race goes on across the gentle curves of the Yokohane line. It was a somewhat wobbly atmosphere as the slopes are gently going upward and downward as the cars swooped across the traffic cars as if they’re still standing still. The Maserati kept the pressure on as the Evo VIII MR leads on a fairly big gap with the silver R34 Skyline accompanying it. And as expected, the Skyline was blocking the Maserati, preventing it from trying to gain any ground on Takashi.

Takashi gave a small smirk of relief as he took a peek at the rear mirror. His member is purposely slowing the Maserati down, but the trouble didn’t end there for him, as he is quickly being chased by two Corvette Grand Sports soon after. Takashi shifts on the next gear on his gearbox as he stomped on the accelerator once more. The speedometer is stating that the Evo VIII is climbing all the way up to 300 kilometres per hour now, the view on the front mirror is almost but a blur at this point.

The Corvettes couldn’t maintain their gap however, when one of them was being rammed hard by a black Supra RZ and it already did some huge dents on the left door of the convertible Vette. The driver inside the Supra was a bald man with sunglasses, and he seemed to have a twisted pleasure in ramming his opponent as he continued to steer back and ram the Corvette again, slowing it down by force.

“Gah, you son of a!” The Corvette driver that was attacked couldn’t retaliate as the car was already quite banged up, but he remained on the lead still, refusing to give the position to the crazy Supra driver. As they charge towards through the road, slaloming through the traffic constantly, they finally made their way through the rising left hand corner of Namamugi Junction. The cars were all drifting fast at this point, as they plowed through the sharp corner at the blinding speed of 200 kilometres per hour, and once they made it out of the exit, the Japanese tuners hit on their nitrous oxide as they boost on the speed to claw their way out of that corner as fast as they could.

The racers were all exceeding beyond speed limits as the speed cameras that were installed hidden on the walls of the roads captured multiple images and tracked their speed exceeding beyond 330 kilometres per hour. Even their drivers’ images were captured inside a car, and these speed cameras were designed by none other than the Public Speed Enforcers Tech.

Inside the cars, their gauges are also showing a blinking alarm that was on a fairly slow pitch, indicating that there may be police patrol cars nearby around the area they are racing on. Takashi saw the signal and smiled as he already knew the cops were coming . But he was not slowing down, obviously, as he is still the leading role here on the big race between the Japanese tuners and import convertibles. Dean managed to break free from the Skyline’s blocking and he is now slipstreaming behind the Mitsubishi.

The other racers are already starting to ram against each other as they are struggling to maintain a team formation lead between two opposing groups. However, as they continued raging down the roads, finally, the signal on their cars of incoming police interceptors are increasing in its pitch frequency. Every racers are starting to brace themselves on the police cars appearing on their mirrors at any time, believing that the time for safe racing is going to end very soon.

“Come out come out, wherever you are, cops!” Dean thought in his head as he continued his pressure on trying to slipstream and slingshot through Takashi from behind. The tension keeps building on as both team are still speeding desperately to get through the Daikoku Junction soon after.

The pitch keeps building on faster and faster, all the way until the alarm starts to go off as their mirrors show that at the Daikoku Junction’s sharp turn, numerous cars painted black and white with the large logo of the PSE police force worn by these machines have arrived and their hazard lights are turned on with the sudden rang of the loud police sirens.

“OH, SHIT!! COPS!!!” One of Takashi’s drivers exclaimed as he noticed the sirens. 6 PSE Interceptors dive into action as they rush in quickly on the scene to apprehend the suspects. The drivers all floored on as hard as they could after clearing the Daikoku Junction and proceed to the long straight that will soon lead them to the iconic Wangan Line.

“Perfect, I’ve been waiting for this!” Dean chuckled as he finally gained on Takashi with his Maserati.

“Confirmed visual of multiple suspects racing at dangerously high speed.” The female voice on the radio of Tsubame’s GT500 Interceptor sounded as she charged towards the racers at the current speed of 300 kilometres per hour. “Identification complete, it is them! The racers that were mentioned on the brief this afternoon. All units, shut down the race apprehend as many suspects as you can. All counter-measures are a go, take them down!”

“Roger, moving on to the pursuit. All units, proceed with caution!” Tsubame complied as she proceed to move in on one of the convertibles that are on the last position of the race among all racers. Soon, her GT500 is already on a slipstream path with a Porsche 911 Cabriolet. Behind the GT500 were the same 4 XKR Jaguars and the Ford GT that followed her along since the beginning trip from the Central HQ.

As they charge towards the racers, the GT500 finally made the slingshot move on an opening from the 911 and proceed to overtake halfway on the Porsche from the left side, and she proceed to give a sharp right angled slam towards the convertible Porsche, knocking it right off the line and send it off to the near edge of the right wall on the wide highway road. The impact of the Shelby was hard enough to smash in the left door on the Porsche and dislocate the passenger seat. The door itself was already bent in.
“I made contact, I’ll handle this one.” Tsubame ordered as she kept on the Shelby by rubbing the car against the damaged Porsche. “All units, split off and take them out one by one.”
“You got it, ma’am!” Dominic yelled as he changed the shift on the gearbox and steer his way to a Corvette Grand Sport. “I’ll get the Vette, Unit 2, you cover me!” The Ford GT proceed to slipstream behid the Grand Sport as the Jaguar XKR interceptor moved in from the right side, trying to find a space to ram the suspect on the spot. The racer tried to move away from the slipstream path as he tried to claw his way on a safer line, but there was already another Jaguar interceptor on his left side, he was totally boxed in, and the only way for him to stay safe is to find his position on overtaking other racers.

“God damn cops!!” One of the Supra drivers got irritated as he was tailed by two Jaguar XKRS on his side, one of them already got his .45 ACP handgun loaded and ready as he aimed for the tyres on the Supra after opening his window on the long straight line across the Wangan. The driver noticed the police officer already has a gun pointed at him and quickly steered hard on the left to evade the line of fire. “You’re not gonna shoot me so easily, cop!” The cop immediately pulled the trigger and fired two rounds on the Supra, one of them hit the rear bumper’s lights and the other one reached to a more desirable target; the left rear tyre. Smokes are coming out of the busted wheel and the car started to wobble violently due to sudden loss of grip on the left side of the tarmac. “HOLY SHIT! Damn, it!!”

“He’s done. I am moving in for the bust.” The one that pulled the trigger reported as he decelerates and gave a final push to the disabled Supra as the Jaguar rammed the car and it tipped the balance over of the already out-of-control Toyota and it spun out finally before coming to a full stop. As soon as the car is compromised, the officer stopped his own interceptor and let the rest of the other company continue with the pursuit with one racer down. The traffic cars begun slowing down after the shocking collision made by that pursuit and they try to steer off the line from the scene.

“Copy that, Unit 3.” Tsubame complied again as she confirmed the radar GPS that the Unit 3 interceptor has stopped for the bust on the racer he just stopped by force. “Continue on with the pursuit, units.” As the Shelby GT500 made its way to the damaged 911 convertible, she gave it a shunt on the rear to tip its balance again on the right and force it to spin out. The 911 tried to steady itself after the knock but it backfired when the weight on the opposite side started to lift due to travelling at a high speed under such a lightweight chassis without a roof and the car finally flipped over and crashed into the wall near the bridge area before coming to a complete halt. The driver managed to crawl his way out but he was badly injured and he has a busted open skull.

“One more racer down, he won’t be bothering us again for now.” Tsubame reported to the Central HQ as she continued on to her next target. “Requesting a car-tow and an ambulance at Wangan East for the totalled Porsche driver.”

“You got it, sending help pronto. Carry on with the mission.” The female voice on the radio confirmed the request from Tsubame as the PSE interceptors continue on with their pursuit on the remaining eight racers.

As the Ford GT interceptor made its way to a Skyline R34 next, the R34 tries to escape as the Supra driven by the maniac driver tried to ram on the interceptor. The damage done was minimal but it left some mark on the front bumper of the Ford GT, while the Supra was already badly damaged on the front bumper. The driver didn’t even notice the damage he’s done to his own car.

“Heh…that’s what happens when you don’t strengthen your car’s body enough.” Dominic chuckled as he slammed on the brakes to get some distance between the Supra and the R34 Skyline. He grabbed out his Beretta M9 handgun, took aim on the Supra and fired a few rounds on the windows. The glass broke and the rounds almost hit the driver inside, but he hardly flinched as he too grabbed his own handgun, although his hands are shaking after the shock of the sudden shooting from the officer and before he knows it, his R34 already went dead ahead to a slow-moving truck filled with iron pipes. Dominic immediately steer clear and hold his fire as he knew things are about to get really ugly. “Ouch…”

And then it happened, a loud crash was heard and the Skyline slammed head on to the rear of the long truck and the iron pipes started falling out of the broke free ropes during the impact. The iron pipe came raining down upon the Nissan as it started to twirl about and finally flipped over. The driver can no longer control his own car at this point, as he cover himself for the impact as the Skyline hopelessly flip about and crash into a wall near the Tsubasa Bridge. The iron pipe also made the Supra slip on some of them and it lost balance along, and ultimately spinning out of control and crashed sideways onto a wall, it was a double-bust for Dominic and his Ford GT.

“Well, I am going in for the bust, sir!” One of the Jaguar Interceptor unit said as he slowed down and went to the wreckage. “That’s my cue!”

“Roger, Unit 1. Bring them in for processing.” Tsubame uttered as she made her way to the next racer, which is another Corvette Grand Sport.

“Holy shit! They’re already that far?” The Corvette driver said in fear as he was already pinned down by the PSE interceptors, where there are now four of them remaining, two Jaguar XKRs, the Ford GT and the Shelby GT500, which is almost breathing down to the Corvette’s neck. “Damn, it…I ain’t losing this race!!”

“This is the Public Speed Enforcers! Pull over!!” Tsubame demanded through the speaker as she shunts the Ford interceptor straight on to the rear of the Grand Sport, nudging him off the line. The car swerve left and right for a moment but avoided an accident with a Mercedes Benz before recovering its stability.
“Stupid cops!!” The driver inside the Corvette got desperate as he floored on to the car and hit the nitrous button on his left side of the steering wheel. The car instantly dashed off at a staggering 340 kilometres per hour and lost the GT500 as it climb its way to the top drivers, Takashi and Dean along with the surviving crew, which isn’t much left. “Heh, you’ll never get me with those bulky ass cars!”

“I am moving in!” Tsubame said as she too pressed on the nitrous button on her steering wheel and the GT500 rocketed its way through the long straight across the Tsubasa Bridge. The car was charging dead ahead towards the racers at a mind-boggling 350 kilometres per hour as the car closes the gap once again on the runaway Grand Sport. Tsubame uttered to herself as she has no intention of slowing down to her target for the hit. “This one’s going down hard…”

As the impact point was made, the heavy GT500 gave a colossal shunt square on to the rear bumper of the Corvette and send it flipping sideways for a second of airborne time before it slams into the left side of the wall at the middle of the giant Tsubasa Bridge. They are already on their way across the exit of the bridge and soon they will head their way on Ohgishima. The totalled wreckage of the Grand Sport started spewing fuel on the tank as the suspect ran out from the destroyed vehicle, surprisingly, he survived as the crash didn't fatally hurt him other than a badly injured left arm, now bleeding.

“Suspect is downed, Unit 2, go and bring the suspect in!” Tsubame ordered as Unit 4 officer and Dominic remained on the pursuit against the remaining 5 suspects. All that is left now is the Impreza GDB-F, one more 911 Cabriolet, the remaining Corvette Gran Sport, and the two big leaders of the team, the Lan Evo VIII MR and the Maserati GranCabrio. As the remaining two officers go for the rest, the last Jaguar unit slowed down and progressed to a reverse run on the heavily impacted car back there.

“Roger that, ma’am. Proceed with caution. We’re halfway done here.” The Unit 4 officer said on the radio.

“Central, are you monitoring this? We’re halfway done and we may need backup units now.” Tsubame reported as the Ford GT move in closer next to her GT500 interceptor.

Back to the Central HQ’s monitoring room with countless LED Monitor screens accompanied by numerous operators there working, mostly females, one of them has visual on the map that there’s a backup unit sitting on standby at the middle of the Ohgishima path before the gentle curve on the left side.

“Copy that, Officer Hirano.” The female operator complied as she clicks on the screen of the backup units for details. She immediately report back for the backup that Tsubame will get with her remaining comrade. “It’s a Special Response Unit, be on standby at the Ohgishima curve at the left. Help is already standing by, over.”

“Understood. Continuing pursuit.” Tsubame said as she pressed hard on the accelerator and chased on the remaining suspects, followed closely by Dominic.
“Heh, now this is fun…!” Takashi laughed. “Few have survived this long in a pursuit…but you won’t get to me, PSE bastards!” As he slalomed through the traffic cars at a blinding speed of 320 kilometres per hour, the opposing GranCabrio continued on with the slipstream again as Dean patiently wait for the slingshot as the Evo VIII MR stabilize its line.

“You’re never gonna get those parts, Takashi…I am gonna pull you in on our garage to replace the boys that we just lost to those stinking cops!” Dean chuckled as he finally got his slingshot chance on the draft and pulled out for an overtaking move. “This race…is mine!”

Takashi is aware of what he wants to do and slowed down on purpose before steering a bit to the left, and then steers back on the right sharply to ram the convertible Maserati. Dean flinched a little bit on the impact, but he is still alright.
“You’re never gonna get that number 1 spot and drag me to your boss, not with me on your tail…” Takashi mumbled to himself coldly as he cracked an evil smirk. “Those parts are going home to Sato-san, and your cars are mine, Dean…not even cops will be able to do shit to me as long as I am leading here!”

Both of the PSE interceptors continued their way to the pursuit on the Impreza first as it is sitting dead last at the moment compared to the rest. The GT500 proceed to try and give a shunt on the rear bumper on the GDB-F. And the hit was successful as it chipped off the lights on the right side. But the Impreza remained stable. The Ford GT gave another push as it slams into the left side of the rear bumper, knocking the lights right off the car and the rear-wing is actually chipped off partially on the top.

“Boy is he persistent.” Dominic muttered as he maintained his position.

“Help is on the way, Dominic, we’ll just have to wait a bit more on this long stretch.” Tsubame tried to ease on Dominic’s mild frustration, while proceeding to grab her .44 magnum revolver, locked and ready to fire as she opened the window on her driver’s side and took aim to the rear tyres of the Impreza. “Now, just need to chill this guy out nice and clean!” Tsubame pulled the trigger once and fired a powerful magnum bullet round from the revolver.

The bullet found its way to the wide and open spot on the right tyre on the rear and it ripped through a big hole on the rubber, smokes gushing out rapidly and the car is losing grip on its right side, wobbling violently and the balance is being toppled at a rapid pace. The driver inside the Impreza shrieked in fear as he let go off his steering wheel and cover his face, the Impreza spun out before it crashed into the left wall and slowed down.

“You want me to bust that guy, Hirano?” Dominic asked through the radio while glancing at the rear mirror at the wrecked Subaru.

“No, maintain pursuit for now.” Tsubame replied with a stern but calm tone. “I will try and request other interceptor units to see if they can get a hold on him. His car’s disabled on the middle of the road, he can’t go far on foot. Just four more guys to go and this thing is over.”

“Copy that.” Dominic shrugged as he continued on his acceleration pace with his leader on the Shelby. The Ford GT remained on top condition, despite a few scratches on the guard bumpers, which looks dirty and somewhat banged up after numerous of heavy collisions. The Shelby GT500 is also intact, other than the guard bumper’s edge got badly knocked on one side, but it is still more than ready to take some heavy abuse from other cars.

As they continued on the road-chase at Ohgishima, they’re already at the first gentle left curve before another straight through the Wangan westbound area, it is still a long way from the goal at the Haneda Airport Tunnel, but whether the racers would prevail in the end remained a question. The Lancer Evolution VIII MR and Maserati continued their duel bout, disregarding the PSE interceptors all the time, despite the odds of the race being shut down by half on the way.

“We’re getting close to the backup unit, Central. Can you give us a heads up as to who the officer is?” Tsubame reported back to the HQ as the cars are already closing in on the point where PSE’s backup unit will join the pursuit. But before the Central HQ can give a response, it was interrupted by a radio. It was also from one of their own! “What the…what is this?” As the radio sound clears up, a voice can be heard and it wasn’t a familiar one to Tsubame.

“Hello! This thing working? Aw, great! Finally…” The tone was a somewhat peppy voice of a female and it almost sounded as if she has waited for a long time for something to happen. “I was about to slip into a freakin’ coma here, thank goodness!!”

“Who is this? Identify yourself, officer.” Tsubame demanded, feeling something fishy is going on as the tone definitely don’t sound much like one of their own, even though it’s clear that the transmission is indeed registered under a PSE unit on her GPS console.

“Save the name for later, I can hear the roar of those engines coming close, looks like the race is still holding up, eh? How many have you taken out?” The mysterious female voice asked on the radio.

“Six.” Tsubame answered.

“Oh, that many already? Ah, hell…” The female voice sighed. “I should’ve known Hassy would set me up for such a small task…but whatever. Uh…I am prepping my car on the way, so try not to get too close to the boys, eh, Officer Hirano?”
“What are you driving? How do I identify you?” Tsubame asked again, but before she can expect an answer, the radio transmission was already cut off without a notice. “Officer? Officer!!”

“Geez, what was that all about?” Dominic asked on his side, puzzled at the sudden bizarre transmission from an unknown officer. But as he turned his head on the left to see if the backup unit is close, his eyes caught something he could hardly believe in his eyes…

“What…the hell?!”

An unusual engine sound was heard and it was different from any car on the road, as the large tyres on this machine spun and ripped a burn out on the tarmac, it accelerated away from the idle spot as fast as lightning.

Its car chassis was designed with an extremely expensive look similar to those luxurious exotic cars and seemed to be tinted with carbon fiber along the slick curves of the car itself. It is also painted white along with a few stripes of gold, accompanied with the black-coated rims that shows a colossal set of brake callipers and rotors. The rear brake lights were shaped like a dull-edged hexagon along with a small-sized spoiler made of aluminium and carbon fiber. It also equips a slim LED police hazard light and it wears a fairly large logo of the Public Speed Enforcer, with an extra word of “SPECIAL RESPONSE UNIT” written on the side of the logo. The front was anything but traditional looking as it bears an almost frighteningly expensive look, only to be accompanied with a set of bumper guard that has sharp edges and seemed to be made out of titanium.

The finishing recognition on the mysterious interceptor car was a carbon fiber shield insignia, as well as the lower part of the sides of the car indicating a classic writing of the name made from aluminium imprinted on this beautiful car…

Agera.

“A Koenigsegg?!” Tsubame uttered the name of the interceptor as the Agera charges ahead on full force, instantly catching up and intercepted the road on the middle of the pursuit, even as far as keeping up to the Shelby GT500 within seconds. As the Agera Interceptor moved in for the assist, the radio transmission turns back on and it’s from the Central HQ.

“Confirmed arrival of backup unit, Commander.” The female voice said.
“Good…” The voice was a male this time, and this one is familiar to Tsubame’s ears. “Officer Hirano, did you read me?”

“Commander Hasimoto?” Tsubame uttered the name as soon as she hears the man speaking.

“Yes, for now…this is an order from the Chief.” Matsuo said on his side at the Central. “You’ll be supported as of now by SR Lieutenant Muramasa Washi. Lieutenant Muramasa, take the suspects out and make sure they’re alive. Don’t overdo it. We need them for intel gathering.”

“You got it, Hassy!!” Washi said with a cheery tone as she kicks the accelerator hard and the car accelerated further with the front bumper locked dead on to the 911 Cabriolet.

“Roger then…” Tsubame said, feeling awkward as the unusual personality of Washi certainly threw her off for a while, but her focus remained intact on the pursuit. “Lieutenant Muramasa, I am counting on you.”

“Music to my ears, Officer!” Washi laughed, her eyes remained peeled on the targeted Porsche. She fixed her glasses on as she give out a confident smirk. “Let’s hit the climax!!”

The Koenigsegg Agera Interceptor blasted straight ahead on a blinding speed of 360 kilometres per hour as blue flames come out of the single exhaust on the center of the vehicle’s rear. The hypercar slammed square on to the Porsche’s rear and it was instantly flipped over from the tarmac on the extreme impact, the 911 driver couldn’t even react fast enough to countersteer as everything was happening so quickly and the wrecked car ended up straight to the right wall of the Wangan Line road, rubbing against it until it left a long trail of damaged concrete on the wall and most of the paint on the right door of the Porsche was peeled off completely, exposing the badly damaged steel before coming to a full stop.

“Well that was quick…” Dominic stared at the rear mirror in awe as the car was taken out so easily with a swift shunt on the back from the Agera. And it seemed like the hypercar interceptor wasn’t even trying to stabilize itself after the shunt as it quickly went into a slipstream on the remaining Grand Sport Corvette.

“Almost too quick…” Tsubame thought with a slight cold sweat broke from her forehead, while maintaining her sharp look. She was in slight disbelief as to how easily the Porsche was knocked out of the line before she can even fully analyse the situation. One glimpse at the Agera and she already know that the Lieutenant that is helping her now…is anything but ordinary. She tries to get a closer position for the Agera with the Shelby GT500 but she can’t really close the gap much, she’s already hitting the top speed of the car and if she hit the redline any further, she feared the car may break from an engine blow. They’re in a completely different class and clearly, Tsubame can only act as a support from this point as Washi is clearly outgunning her in terms of speed.

“One down, three to go! Woo!!” Washi twirled the Glock 18 playfully as she drives with one hand on the wheel, while the window on her side is already half opened as she took aim on the Corvette with the handgun. She was overtaking the car so easily that she doesn’t even need to look at the driver as she passed him halfway. “Show’s over, boy. Step down!”

Before the driver can even look at her, she pulled the trigger on the Glock and it fired out a rapid series of founds on the driver’s hand and the steering. The driver flinched in pain as he steered hard on the left, causing the car to spin out at the dangerous speed of 300 kilometres per hour. The featherweight car flipped over a few times before it crashed into a wall again, smashing in the left door and knocking the driver off the wrecked convertible, then sends him rolling on the asphalt, finally unconscious as his left arm bleeds excessively from the gunshot wounds.

“Two down, and two big bads!” Washi twirled her gun again as she toss the weapon back to the passenger seat and pressed on a red button on her GPS console, it was written as EMP. The computer shows on the screen that the EMP is acquiring target lock on the Maserati. “That’s right…be a good boy and…”

And then it happened. A huge strike of electrical burst on the internal parts of the Maserati GranCabrio sends the car flipping like a giant piece of coin and even sends the driver dangling about on his seatbelts. The car crash landed near a truck and slammed into the large cargo and sent rolling about with the driver still caught by the seatbelts, so he is anything but exposed entirely on the wreckage, but the car was so banged up afterwards, that it can no longer move from such a massive shock from the EMP. The electrical parts on the car was turned extra crispy and blackened like chunks of burnt charcoals, and most of the parts that otherwise move the vehicle can no longer operate as sparks jumped about on the wreckage. As the car came to a full stop, Dean was seen unconscious with his head bleeding bad as he was knocked hard by part of the cargo of that huge truck during the crash.

“…sleep well, sweetheart.” Washi mocked the driver playfully as she went for the last kill. Her Koenigsegg was already locked dead on to the Lan Evo VIII MR. Takashi could hardly even believe what was happening at this point as he realize that he is the only one left and he hasn’t even made it to the tunnel connecting to the Haneda Airport. Takashi was already panicking here, as he cannot believe that his rival has been sent to oblivion in such a short period by the hypercar cop.

“What the f**k is that all about?! Damn it! I ain’t getting busted by you, whatever you are!!” Takashi panics as he tried to hit on the nitrous again by pressing the red button on the steering wheel. The Lan Evo shoots off at a 350 kilometres per hour, but the Agera isn’t being left behind at all, in fact it was still keeping up with the Evo with the nitrous oxide burning. “What the hell?!! NO WAY!” Washi wasn’t even sweating on her side as she was yawning her way to her last pursuit. There’s some space between her Agera and the Evo MR, but she hasn’t made her move yet and the nitrous oxide continue to burn on.

“She sure is making all of these look easy…” Dominic uttered in his mind again, still in disbelief of what just happened. Washi managed to bust the remaining suspects in less than a few minutes and she’s taking it nice and easy on the last one.

“Lieutenant Muramasa!” Tsubame called out on the radio. “Bust the suspect, what are you waiting for?”

“For him to run out of juice of course. Haha!” Washi laughed it off as she twirls her Glock 18 handgun again while grabbing a slice of pizza off the small box on her passenger seat, there were even a few spare slices left. “Relax, Hirano…you’re always so tense. I’ll take care of this guy.”

“With all due respect, Lieutenant…this is a dire situation and I believe you need to take things a lot more seriously.” Tsubame snapped back as she still somehow managed to follow the Agera and the escaping Lan Evo MR.

“Yeah, ma’am Muramasa…” Dominic added. “Make it quick and clean, please? I dunno about you, but I wanted to take a short break after all this is over.” Hearing that only made Washi laughed sarcastically again before she let out a sigh.

“Alright, alright. Just sit back and relax then. This won’t take long, promise!” Washi then sticks the pizza slice on her mouth as she grabbed the Glock 18. While the nitrous oxide tank on the Lan Evo runs dry, she took aim on the handgun towards the tyres, and fired a few rounds on the left front tyre, then quickly turned her target to the rear left tyre, both are shot in rapid succession and the car is completely disabled on the left side with major tyre blowouts. As she steers the Agera interceptor on to the crippled Evo MR’s path, the front titanium guard bumper made its way through the Mitsubishi at a blinding speed…

“Wait…no…NO!!!” Takashi’s pleas were anything but heeded, as the Lan Evo’s front bumper on the left side was smashed all the way in, and the car was slammed dead on the right end of the highway road and crashed violently on the cement wall, knocking over an exposed edge on the cement and spun a few times around the tarmac with sparks and chipped-off paints scattering about with broken glasses. The car was turned into a complete mess as it stopped spinning, and Takashi was knocked unconscious after the car engaged the airbag on the driver’s seat after the front was slammed so hard, and it hit Takashi square on in the face during the wreckage.

“Well…that’s that.” Tsubame said to herself as the wrecked Mitsubishi sits motionlessly at the middle left of the Wangan road. The Koenigsegg Agera hit on the brakes and stopped at a rather insane pace, considering it was travelling over 350 kilometres all the time. But little does the car matter now as the officer stepped out from the hyper interceptor to move in for the final bust.

“This is Officer Hirano reporting to Central…the hot pursuit is over thanks to Lieutenant Muramasa.” Tsubame reported on her end, seeing that there are no more racers on the road, only traffic cars passing on their usual routine.

“Confirmed visual of the final bust, good work, officers. All units, stand down and bring the suspects in for processing.” Matsuo commended on the completion of the mission as the Shelby GT500 and Ford GT interceptors stopped near the wrecked Evo VIII MR and both Tsubame and Dominic walked towards the wreckage, on the other side, was a fairly tall specs-wearing female with heterochromatic eyes and purple hair. It was none other than Washi Muramasa, the Lieutenant and the driver of the Agera Interceptor. She is still seen nibbling on the last bit of that pizza slice while her other hand is twirling a pair of capture chain cuffs that seemed to be made out of carbon fiber.

“Good morning, afternoon and evening, officers.” Washi smiled like a cat, but her eyes seemed serious and sharp, clashing with her sarcastic remark and unusual greeting to her comrades. She even give out a wink to the other two PSE officers along.

“Officer Dominic and Tsubame Hirano, yes? Pleased to meet you!”

- つづく -

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Say hello to Washi Muramasa. :3 (Design credit goes to Rin)

This post has been edited by クロイ on Feb 21 2013, 03:29 AM

Excellent work as always Kuroi. You're craft is improving... You're work is more on the mature/ realistic side while still keeping in touch with it's anime roots

f**k YOU MURASAMA, YOU MADE ME HUNGRY ):<

though yeah, "Hassy" for Hasimoto, so simple and yet I didn't even think about it

Anyways, nice chapter, I like loooooooooooooooooooong stuff... like I love d-Washi's hair also Washi must be an incarnate of my ex-waifu

i already picture a slice of pizza dangling from her mouth xD

After reading all the stories around this thread...I must admit...save for Speed Legend...

This has to be my most favorite...the story engagement is so intense on every chapter that it feels like Ghost in the Shell sometimes...and it's unusual to see a female lead that turns from a street racer into a full-blown law-enforcer just to track the same person that stole her car in a scammed race.

I also have to tip my hat off Rin for being such an amazing artist, as always...designing the characters so beautifully...though it would be the best if he can create a character sheet of some sort on all casts of the Public Speed Enforcers...

All in all, Kuroi-san. Keep up the amazing work...I truly enjoy this story, and I sure hope it'll stay as a novel format because reading it alone is already quite an intense experience for someone like me... ^^;

Keep writing!

Thanks for the feedback, everyone... =)

I will do my best in future endeavors of this work...and there's going to be alot to write about, now that the first climax has reached to its peak point...

@I.N.

Who's your ex-waifu? O.O

hmm....needs a Toyota Landcruiser...other than that,awesome chapter this time...and please for the love of god do not abandon the fic saaayyy??

savvyy???

right..ciao..

do a hard cover novel already!
i will order one if u sign it!

Though still in coloring progress...but here you go, Kuroi.

The finalized design of Tsubame Hirano. =)

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This post has been edited by Rin on Feb 22 2013, 08:34 AM

About time you posted that picture, Rin. I've had it on my computer for about a week now!

(And, no, before you say anything, I am NOT a time traveller. It should be obvious to you people on how I got it.)

In other news...heterochromia seems to be a thing for stuff between you two. (And that's sort-of Buffy speak. Damnit.)

QUOTE (Rin @ Feb 22 2013, 08:34 AM)

Though still in coloring progress...but here you go, Kuroi. The finalized design of Tsubame Hirano. =) SPOILER

on her design that reminds me of Motoko but longer hair...

by my eyes sees it as "tough as nails onee-san" kind of woman

good artwork indeed sir... and man I missed drawing after college because of work (7 years and running )

if you see my older works it seemed yours will be better if colored/shaded

@+-!mma_N00B-+
my advice on "crash" lawrence's weapon choice either Ingram MAC-10 or Ares FMG / folding submachine gun @ 9mm (that if you want rare but very concealable SMG), Heckler und Koch seems got it from a rich mafia dude, then again just my 2 cents

This post has been edited by vash944 on Feb 25 2013, 02:14 AM

on her design that reminds me of Motoko but longer hair...

by my eyes sees it as "tough as nails onee-san" kind of woman

good artwork indeed sir... and man I missed drawing after college because of work (7 years and running )

if you see my older works it seemed yours will be better if colored/shaded

@+-!mma_N00B-+
my advice on "crash" lawrence's weapon choice either Ingram MAC-10 or Ares FMG / folding submachine gun @ 9mm (that if you want rare but very concealable SMG), Heckler und Koch seems got it from a rich mafia dude, then again just my 2 cents

This post has been edited by vash944 on Feb 25 2013, 02:14 AM

I thought of giving a MAC-11 but eh, this is Japan xD

though something tells me that I should replace it with an HK MP9 instead...

or perhaps a g17/g18 converted to add a full auto option for something even smaller?

nah, Hassy's got that gun already, don't feel like repeating.

hm, guess that's off the list

how about the skorpion? unless someone's using that too. XD

Skorpion? That's a good option, I guess

reason for that is quite easy for gangsters to get one, but vz61 skorpion is also ok...

if crazy sawed off guns like mare's leg @ .44-40 winchester

since lowering down to. 45 or 9mm of the firearm choices =\

I think you meant Brügger & Thomet MP9 or formerly called steyr TMP

This post has been edited by vash944 on Feb 25 2013, 06:35 AM

speaking of gangster guns, TEC-9 anyone?