Thread: The Good, the Bad, and the Fast (Sparxman and driven)

Alright, Ms. Taino... The sarcastic sneer with which he said her name caused eyes to narrow and jaw to clench. ...my name is Deputy Charles and I will be briefing you on your assignment today. The metal chair set across the table from her creaked in protest as the middle-aged police officer settled into it and tossed a manila folder on the table between them. When she made no move to reach for it, he rolled his eyes and leaned forward with a displeased grunt to flip it open. She still made no move and he just sighed loudly. You have been selected to assist the department and a member of the Federal Bureau of Investigations in the infiltration and eventual capture of a group of suspected drug traffickers and potential murderers. Following your cooperation, all prior charges of your arrest will be dropped-... And I will permanently get my car back without question, she interjected, hazel eyes sharp and trained on the deputy's brown...which rolled in their sockets. ...and, assuming all modifications are within their legal parameters, your car will remain in your possession. With a satisfied nod, she sat back in her chair, adjusted the well-fitted blue jeans at her waist and crossed her legs before he continued. Anyway, you will be partnered with an FBI agent who will oversee any and everything that you do and make any and all decisions of importance in this case. Are we clear on that? It was her turn to roll her eyes and push her long, wavy brown ponytail over her shoulder. Because I'm sure he'll know just how to deal with drifters and this scene. Clearly I wouldn't know anything about that... she muttered sarcastically under her breath, no attempt made to be inaudible. Deputy Charles glared. Are we clear ? he reiterated and the muscles of her jaw flexed yet again. Was she being a bit bratty? Perhaps. But she was still kicking herself for getting caged in that situation. Yes . Crystal clear. She finally spat back. The only reason she was cooperating was because she couldn't bear to see her car impounded and likely crushed. The thought nearly ripped her still-beating heart out of her chest and tore it to shreds. Good girl. Her arms crossed over her chest and hands clenched into fists. Just stay quiet and maybe he'll get out quicker...think of the car. Now then, you will attend any and all drift-related events put on at Ichabod Raceway with the goal in mind to impress and gain the trust of the other drivers. Prove your worth and they should eventually accept you into their elite circle. Once there, you and the agent will look for any and all evidence of the suspected illegal activities. The agent will know what to do from there. Great way to start keep her uninformed of general procedures. Super helpful. The trust was obvious. Any questions? She raised her hand sardonically, earning a pointed deadpan. Just one who the hell is this 'agent' supposed to be that they won't be suspicious of him? The response was clipped, agitated and, technically, unprofessional. She took it as a little win. That will be between you and the Federal agent, won't it? Maybe if you put on a sweet disposition, he can pretend to be your boyfriend and you'll find your place. She clutched dramatically at her chest, bunching up the cotton of her v-neck t-shirt. Oh, that hurts! Whatever will I do without a man to validate my life? Sarcasm dripped so heavily from every word that the deputy slammed the file closed and rose to his feet. A smirk turned the corners of her lips upward. Small victory. The agent will be in shortly. You better watch yourself, Taino. Or I'll make sure that precious piece of shit of yours rolls out of her with a few extra dings. And with that, the door closed behind him with a slam. She glared at it and pointlessly raised a middle finger to it before falling back into her seat and kicking her sneakers up onto the tabletop and crossing her ankles. Roslyn Taino wasn't typically so surly - not at all, in fact - however her current situation was extraordinary. Having just moved into town following her twenty-fourth birthday, she had spent every few nights learning her way around and de-stressing in the best way she knew how drifting the curviest back roads she could find. Multiple times those flashing red and blue lights had pulled up behind her, but the fake plate and her skill behind the wheel had easily outwit them. ...until, of course, after a particularly rough day, she had forgotten to swap plates. While she had escaped, they had traced the plate back to her name and then her home and she found herself thrown into a holding cell and her car in the one place it definitely should not have been. Fortune was on her side, however, as her abilities behind the wheel were needed. With a little incentive slid her way, she was happy to help. Except when it came to dear Deputy Charles. He was the smug bastard that had brought her in and she did not take kindly to being spoken down to. She was notorious for giving as much respect as she received. ...she just hoped this mysterious Federal Agent was easy enough to get along with. All she had to do was drift, and that was something she knew how to do and do well. Dealing with arrogant shitheads was something low on her tolerance range.