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Thread: Driven to the Edge [Blu and Driven]

The sound of brakes squeaking to a halt stood out above everything in the mostly empty parking lot. The engine in the police-spec Crown Vic was surprisingly quiet for a 4.6 liter V8. The parking lot was met with a split moment of silence as the engine on the police cruiser was cut. However, that silence didn't last long. The driver-side door creaked as it was opened revealing what most would expect An average-looking police officer. Slightly pudgy white guy who appeared to be about thirty. He was probably handsome at some point, but life and the job took it's toll on him. His police cruiser was parked next to a virtually identical one, directly in front of a local cafe. With a ring of the classic cowbell mounted to the door, the officer stepped into the cafe only to be waved over by another one of the boys in blue. As he arrived at the table, he took note of the makeshift workstation. A map of the city covered with markings, sticky notes, even a few swear words. The man opposite to him had a stubble that signified a lack of shaving, and that aura of someone who had long passed their first cup off coffee. What is all of this? The man asked, his eyes trying to take in everything. Without even looking up, Haven't you heard all the commotion? They're out there tonight. I know it. I just have to find them, Greg. Greg's eyes narrowed, Find who? Some kids in their mom's Honda Civic? You need to kick this shit before it gets you in trouble. These aren't the run-of-the-mill kids that get scared whenever you blare the sirens at them. At least not this one, Desmond dropped his pen onto the table and pinched the bridge of his nose, I've seen those Foxbodies move before, but this one- Greg had cut him off, They're still just street racers, Des. We've got other things to focus on. Just before Desmond had the chance to respond, the waitress had made her way to their table. A brunette who was obviously in her early twenties. Her blue eyes met Greg's as she asked, Are you ready to order? She finished off with a polite smile. Greg responded with an appropriate smile of his own, Yes, ma'am. I'll have a BLT. Extra bacon please. White bread. He continued on, And a diet coke. He folded up the menu and handed it back to the waitress. Alrighty then, she tucked the menu under her arm before bringing her eyes to meet Desmond's. How about you, Officer Taylor? The smile she gave him seemed a lot more genuine. Nothing but coffee for me, Rebecca, I- his response was cut short as his eyes darted toward the window. Two sets of HID headlights, paired with the exhaust notes of high-revving four cylinder engines. We gotta go, Desmond's tone was serious as he quickly shuffled out of the booth. Oh come on, Des- I'm going. Whether you back me up or not, it's up to you. I'm catching that Five-Oh tonight. Des reached for his wallet and pulled out a 20 before handing it to Rebecca and making a brisk walk toward the exit. Shortly after, then engine of his own cruiser whirred to life as he made his way off to try and tail the racers.
Thread: Driven to the Edge [Blu and Driven]

Just the small-fry I was looking for, Desmond thought to himself as he held back and followed the cars from a decent distance. He didn't even have to keep a close eye on them, as their reckless driving and loud exhaust note caused them to draw attention to themselves. He could tell these types of kids from a mile away. One was a Cypress Green Integra coupe. Slammed to the ground, probably with some no-name suspension and stretched tires on wheels with excessive negative camber. Most likely Rotas or some other replica brand. Regardless, it was apparent that the setup did not have performance in mind. The aftermarket lower control arms reflected the light of every car he aggressively cut off and the N1 style exhaust was probably the closest thing his car had to any sort of performance modification. The other was a primer gray Civic hatchback. An early 90's model with similar 'stance'. Maybe it was just a phase for both of these kids that they'd grow out of. Though Desmond had lost hope of that sort of thing long time ago with this new craze that's going around. The Civic had some sort of lip kit, a duckbill, and the engine was mated to what appeared to be a straight-pipe. There was a chance it had more to offer than the Integra, but the odds were pretty slim. Desmond shook his head at their foolish driving, You are the type of kids who give Honda a bad name. He grit his teeth, having to resist the urge to pull them over. They deserved to be cited, but he was out for bigger game and he knew that pulling them over too soon would ruin his scheme. Come on, come on. Quit bullshitting, I know where you're going. I just need you to get me there. His eagerness was getting the better of him. The feeling of nervousness gnawing at his stomach as he felt that they were drawing near. Desmond's heart began to race as he knew his was within reach. The sounds of modified engines could never be mistaken for anything else. High lift cams, blow-off valves, straight pipes, all of which reminded him of the days when he used to go to the track. But this was bigger than the usual meets. The blaring music was almost in competition with the engine sounds. These street racers were getting surprisingly bold. He pulled his police cruiser over about a block and a half away and cut his headlights. He then looked into the mirror, his brown eyes staring at his own visage, Shit, should I call for backup? They're probably tapping into our radios anyways. He then said aloud to himself, They'll probably just get in the way. Desmond's dark eyebrows furrowed in a look of determination and he reached for his radio to request back up, We've got at least 40 or 50 illegally modified cars down here. As he put down the radio, he threw the Crown Vic into drive and made his way toward the meet up, his eyes eagerly scanning for the steel Fox.
Thread: Driven to the Edge [Blu and Driven]

He heard that a few fellow units were scrambling out to his described location, but that was mostly background noise to him. Everything was going according to plan. The call sent the group into a scramble just as he'd anticipated. He knew that backup would manage to catch one or two stragglers. With meets of this size, a dumb-ass or two would always manage to get caught. The 4.6 liter V8 remained relatively quiet as Desmond guided his cruiser through the scrambling cars, all looking like bugs if one managed to turn over the rock they were hiding under. One particular set of headlights stood out to him. That's the guy, I know it, he thought to himself. There was no way for him to truly be sure, but his gut was practically screaming at him to focus on that car. As the headlights drew near, the distinct sound of the boosted Coyote V8 drew his ire. Then it finally passed him, and in that split second that he was free from the blinding headlights, he confirmed his thought A steel colored Foxbody. Not tonight, Desmond thought to himself, ready to break off in pursuit of the Fox. But in that same moment he heard a screech of it's tires and the glow of brake lights became the glow of headlights in his rear-view mirror. Are you taunting me now?! He said allowed, only to be met with intentional revving of the Fox's engine. That sound sent a particular chill down his spine before he reminded himself that most street racers have more money than skill. Anyone can build a fast car, Desmond put his left foot on the brake of his Crown Vic and his right foot on the gas pedal, It takes a certain breed to be a fast driver. With a hard cut of the wheel, he took his foot off of the brake, sending the police cruiser's rear wheels into a spin. The rear end of the heavy Crown Vic came around as planned and with a bit of countersteer he found himself staring at the headlights of the Fox. A grin crept across his face as he flipped on his siren, a sort of unspoken 'Challenge Accepted'.
Thread: Driven to the Edge [Blu and Driven]

Lara found herself rather eerily calm as she stared at the back of the police cruiser, left hand on the wheel and right still resting lightly on the gear shifter. There was no reason to be tense yet. She knew, though, that his decision had been made the second the red brake lights flared up in front of her. Despite the chaos around her and the actual, real danger of the situation, she found a broad smile slowly but surely pulling the corners of her lips upward. He wanted to play. And she was a little more thrilled than she should have been. At sight of the siren she nearly laughed aloud. This was what she had been waiting for. He clearly wasn't just some cop looking to catch whoever he could he wanted to catch the big boys. And she would give him just that. Her hands gripped tighter and she pushed in the clutch, shifted into first, mashed the throttle and dumped the clutch once more, this time keeping her left foot lightly on the brake as her rear tires spun behind her, a cloud of smoke beginning to develop from the spinning tires. She modulated the throttle carefully and began to ease off of the brake, letting the tires slowly grab more traction as she eased forward, began to turn and then buried her foot into the floor again, the rear of the relatively light, stripped car whipping out as the tires spun for traction and then grabbed. As soon as she straightened, she shifted into second and glanced in her rear view mirror. Come and get me, buddy, she grinned.
Thread: Driven to the Edge [Blu and Driven]

His eyes narrowed as he watched the steel gray Foxbody do a burnout before him. He wasn't the biggest fan of Mustangs, with the exception of a couple chassis. But it was something about this Foxbody that was almost entrancing. Upsetting at the same time. Through the wave of mixed emotion, Desmond gripped the wheel, despite the fact that his Crown Victoria was no match for the steel Fox performance wise. He planted his foot to the floor, the naturally aspirated 4.6 and the accompanying transmission giving everything they had. It may have been a late model, but the technology in the Crown Vics hadn't really changed since they first rolled out. The old girl had just enough torque to spin the tires a bit on the launch, but by the time the car hooked up, the Fox had already gained more than a length. Desmond grit his teeth as the Mustang's raw power shook is nerve. However it wasn't nearly enough for him to back off. You're not getting away from me tonight, he said aloud as his hands slipped to a position slightly above the 'nine-and-three'. A sudden calm swept over him and a neutral-yet-determined look swept over his visage. The cruiser gained speed, albeit not nearly as fast as the Fox, but Desmond knew that the big fish could only swim in a straight line for so long. So he waited to make his move.
Thread: Driven to the Edge [Blu and Driven]

Lara wasn't utilizing the full power of the boosted V8 under the hood. She didn't want to lose him entirely and wanted to make sure he kept on her at the same time. And perhaps a part of her was more entranced by the game than anything else. Even in an underpowered car, this guy didn't give up. He evidently trusted his own driving capabilities and wasn't going to let a disadvantage in equipment hamper his chase. She had respect for that no one knew better than she did that it wasn't about the car as much as it was about who was behind the wheel. The road they kept a heading on was primarily straight, and she was trying to make a decision on how long to keep on it. A few bends met them and she barely let up on the throttle, diving into the apex and fighting the car a bit through them. Despite the upgrades, it was no secret that a Mustang's handling was generally its weakness a live rear axle was great for stability and the squat of a straight line but could be murder for just about everything else. However, she knew this car likely better than she knew her own body and handling it was not too much of an issue. She generally knew how much she could push the limit, and having the rear get a little squirrely was no major concern. With the Crown Victoria gaining speed in her rear view mirror, she glanced back and then returned her focus to the road disappearing in front of her. There was a split in the road ahead to the right, the road continued on straight with more off-shooting side roads and to the left, a banked curve that would either require her to slow down...or get creative. And she was all about getting creative. As the fork approached, she let the car slow just enough to downshift into third gear. A fleeting thought passed through her mind I should probably look into some negative camber if I'm gonna keep doing this... She brushed it aside and focused on increasing her speed once more. She turned the wheel slightly to the right and then flicked it back to the left at the entrance of the turn, mashing the throttle and giving the clutch a solid kick as the rear of the car slid out behind her and she turned the wheel to counter-steer and control the drift through the curve. Was it an entirely necessary maneuver? Not at all. Actually, not in the slightest. But she wanted to have a little fun with this game of cat and mouse!...and maybe let him know that she wasn't going to go down easy. If at all. As the road straightened back out, she let the car and wheel straighten as well and put her foot back down and brought the transmission back into fourth gear. Game on.
Thread: Driven to the Edge [Blu and Driven]

250 horses at the crank would be no slouch... in a k-car, but it wasn't enough to truly move that heavy police cruiser at a high rate of speed, even with the 300 pounds of torque. Not to mention that the old Modular 4.6 had probably lost a few horses along the way. Desmond had his work cut out for him, and he knew the driver of the Mustang knew it too. Even in stock trim, that old Fox should be putting the moves on the Crown Vic. That new engine had to be pushing at least 500 horse at the crank, if not more, but the fact that the Fox was still visible, mean't that the man behind the wheel wanted to keep Desmond within arm's reach. The sounds of the other scrambling vehicles seemed farther and farther away. Maybe it was due to actual distance, or possibly due to Desmond subconsciously drowning them out as he focused on his pursuit. As both vehicles hit the windy bit, Desmond allowed a slight smirk creep across his face as he watched the Mustang driver attack the corners. That live-axle was always tricky to less experienced driver, but it started to seem more and more like this wasn't the run-of-the-mill street racer. Alright girl, hang with me, Desmond said to his cruiser as he dove into the corners. It too suffered from a straight-axle and the added weight made it eager to push in the corners. A fresh set of Proxes might have been enough to save it, performance-wise. He was used to the relatively useless tires mounted to the equally useless steel wheels on his cruiser, his experience helping him keep the car in line at the limit and retain his sight on the Mustang. It seemed like all was going well, as he inched the gap closed between he and his prey. That boxy rear end taunting him as it had in their last encounter. The chase didn't make him entirely unaware however, as he made sure to pay attention to the road ahead. The lack of brake lights had Desmond convinced that the Fox was going to keep on the relatively straight road. It wasn't until the downshift that he realized things would be nowhere near that easy. Slight turn away from the corner, hard turn in to bring the back around. His the Fox's entry was flawless, Holy shit... The words escaped Desmond's lips as he watched the equally flawless drift unfold before his eyes. Nearly every fiber of his being wished he were close enough to tap the rear end of that Mustang, but a small portion of him had to admire the talent that unfolded before his eyes. He subconsciously sought the inside line on the curve, putting the cruiser's tires through the ringer as he tried to stay close to the Mustang that was so blatantly stunting in front of him. Desmond feathered the throttle, not wanting to exceed the tires' capability, right up until the corner exit when he pressed his foot to the floor, the 4.6 revving as high as the surly automatic transmission would allow. Keep doing things like that and I'm gonna run you down.
Thread: Driven to the Edge [Blu and Driven]

The giddiness that swelled in her chest after successfully - and illegally - stunting in front of a police officer had her grinning and a breathy laugh parted her lips further. She gripped the wheel tighter and glanced back at the cruiser in her rear view mirror, having obviously taken the much more conservative route through the turn and gaining on her again. She was, admittedly, feeling just a little over-confident in the situation while also quietly admiring the guy's persistence. It seemed that none of the other officers had ever or would ever bother trying. She bet he was probably pretty good in a car designed to do a little more than chase... Her foot pressed steadily heavier on the throttle, not even glancing at the speedometer reading a speed that was, as far as she was concerned, arbitrary at that point. She needed to keep herself a healthy distance ahead of him and couldn't let herself get too carried away she was at the point where she had distracted him long enough and letting her need to play get the best of her would only make her sloppy. She couldn't shake the feeling that if she let the game drag on for too long, he would figure out a way to get the best of her...and that would end very poorly for her car, not to mention the legal repercussions she would have to face. Her lips pursed and she sighed. Alright, alright...playtime's over. ...okay, perhaps a little more taunting. Carefully, she rolled down the window and extended her hand. She was approaching the end of fourth gear and had one last little thing she wanted to do. With right hand holding the wheel steady - somewhat precariously, at that - the other gave a very obvious wave out the window that first said one thing Come on! As the engine noise climbed higher still and the need to shift into fifth gear became prominent, she gave one last wave. See ya! She withdrew her hand, her ponytail and other wispy strands of hair whipping around her face in the wind as she brought her left hand back to the wheel and shifted into fifth gear. She accelerated hard, gaining as much speed as she could in order to attempt to put more distance in between them before she picked an off-shooting road and slammed on the brakes and clutch to drop enough speed to turn somewhat sloppily onto a side road. The rear swung out a bit, a tire dropped into the dirt, dug up some grass as it sought traction and then gripped and met pavement once more. She was accelerating hard again, not stopping to glance back to see if he was going to try to keep following. Her game plan had shifted from distract to flee. It was time to get herself the hell out of dodge before she had herself in too deep.
Thread: Driven to the Edge [Blu and Driven]

It was a wonder that the police ever caught anything in these cruisers. More often than not, it was the intimidation of flashing lights that got criminals caught. Or their escape vehicle was somehow less athletic than a Crown Victoria. The way that the Fox managed to keep a distance, regardless of any momentum Desmond carried through the corner, or any drafting he might have picked up, implied that this game may have been a bit one sided. Desmond's aura of determination had already begun to take it's leave. Even if this guy just so happened to know how to drift, no way in hell he'd attempt that with a cop on his ass unless he knew he was gonna pull it off, he thought to himself. The final nail in the coffin was seeing the driver of the Fox taunt him. His eyes narrowed in that split second, It's a woman? His eyes could have been deceiving him, but that didn't look like a man's hand. Not to mention, the Fox driver didn't give him much time to analyze as that upshift put a fair distance between them. The glare of brake lights painted the entire area in a hue of red as the Mustang rapidly took the off-shoot. Desmond jumped on the Crown Vic's brakes in response, bringing the cruiser to a stop parallel to the branch in the road and quickly disembarked the vehicle. Just as quickly, he drew his handgun and aimed it down the road at the fleeting taillights. His finger lingered over the trigger as the Fox drew farther and farther away. Fuck! he returned his Glock to it's holster only to whirl around and kick the front tire of his Crown Vic to vent his rage. That partial tire mark in the dirt and the exhaust note of the Fox echoing throughout the backroads was an affirmation of his failure. He dropped back into the driver seat of the police cruiser with a defeated sigh. He turned off the siren and just sat there for a minute. The radio chatter being nothing but white noise. After a few minutes, Desmond snapped out of his trance. He heard over the radio that a few stragglers got caught. All while he sat there in the middle of the street empty handed. He finally closed the door of the cruiser and threw it into Drive, the engine giving a slight whirring sound as it calmly rose in RPM.