Thread: Driven to the Edge [Blu and Driven]

Lara remained steadfast beside her car, uncomfortable with the thought of straying too far from it at that point. The anxious butterflies in her stomach weren't settling if anything, they were only getting worse. She sighed quietly and tried to just focus on the line up, instead. It was all in her head...it had to be. Most of the guys had an arm hanging out the window, feet on the throttle to rev and show off. A few guys did burnouts, some better than others. She just quietly rolled her eyes. All mostly show... A matte black 2010 Challenger SRT8 equipped with a Vortec supercharger was on the line, driven by one of the guys she didn't care much for. He spent most of his time bragging about his car and his eight second eighth-mile times. Another show car air bag suspension currently at slightly under stock ride height, lime green Brembo brake calipers and he had changed his exhaust so many times she wasn't even sure what was on it. The guy came from a family of money and was generally all bark and no bite. The Honda S2000 on the line beside him, however, was just the opposite, and she had no doubt of what the outcome would be. An amused little grin tugged the corners of her lips upward. She couldn't wait to hear the excuses that came out of this one... One of the girls stepped forward with an over-exaggerated sway of her hips and raised her arms up above her head after she had come to a halt in the middle of the road. Lara rolled her eyes once more. They used to just honk for the start... Her arms dropped and the two cars took off, the S2K in the lead right off the line. Predictable. She moved to adjust her weight when Corey came running from his truck, waving his arms frantically. They just called us in! We need to bail! Lara swore colorfully before waving her arms and shouting for those that could hear her. Time to get out! Party's over! She turned back to Corey. Get the word out, you know the drill! He nodded and she pulled her door open and dropped into the Bride racing seat and pulled the door shut. The crowd of primarily show cars around her was scrambling to pick a ride and get out. She pushed in the clutch and turned the key, releasing the handbrake once she could hear the cammed idle of the Mustang. People were starting to scramble and scatter in different directions, and she needed to make sure attention was on her. Willing to sacrifice a bit of the tires she had just bought, she pushed the clutch in, shifted into first, mashed the throttle and dumped the clutch to peel out loudly from the lot and onto the clear strip of road in front of her. Cars were still trying to find their own way out and she had finally spotted the only car thus far heading towards them. Her brow furrowed and her shoulders tensed momentarily. She knew it was him - from what she had seen already, he was the only cop that would go after them alone. So she did what she always did. She accelerated through the throng of scattering cars, weaving between them probably faster than she should have but not caring. Her only concern was making sure he was distracted so that everyone else could put enough distance between themselves and the back up he had called for. By the time she was in third gear, she had broken through and was headed towards the Crown Victoria police car. She hoped the glare of her headlights was enough for him not to quite realize who she was, although she knew her car had a bit of a distinct sound compared to the others around her... Nonetheless, it only pushed her to go faster, hitting fourth gear and accelerating around the Vic only to slam the brake and clutch and flick the wheel to spin and come to a halt now behind the police cruiser and facing him once more. Back in neutral, she modulated the throttle voicing her challenge, so-to-speak in the high rev to blow off to cam idle and back. She just needed his attention.