Author: Maceo
Adaptation: OZ & .59
11:16PM, Nighttime…
In the garage, .59 as expected, is face deep into one of his project cars. This time, he’s adjusting the boost on Alvin’s Koenigsegg. Looks like that the Swedish super engine refuses to agree with a few of his mods, not giving him his planned power output. While messing around with the fuel mapping, he hears Maceo driving up to one of the empty garage stalls with his ’04 Toyota bB. The pearlescent red paint with its orange flakes makes the boxy body work look marvelous in the glow of the street lights. .59 peeks out at the car via the corner of his eye, and goes out to greet him at the garage door.
“999ps… heh… I had no idea…” Maceo says by looking at the semi-covered pink Silvia stored at the back of the garage.
“999 indeed. Trust me, you weren’t the only one…” .59 responds with a understated, yet widening grin on his face.
“Anyway, that’s not the reason I’m here today, I’ve got something to show you.” Maceo says.
.59 responds “Well bust them bitches out, son!”
Maceo nods and walks to the back of the xB, which has been appropriately dubbed “The Hotbox” due to his notorious smoking habits. A finger-sweep past a small hidden sensor on the right rear c-pillar window pops open the custom rear split swing doors, revealing a 10 pack of Kirin Tanrei beer and a rather large 007-style metal suitcase. Located inside is a cobalt blue area 51 laptop and packet of design plans for the NSX.
..Looks like the defeat had forced him to change the scheme of his upgrade plans to a short term flurry instead of the original long term plan. After the car is empty, the two walk back into the garage and close the door.
Maceo carefully spreads the plans over the bench, “I was gonna tell you over the phone, but I figured it would be better to show you in person… some of this stuff is just too hardcore to explain with words…” He says, while he points at some of the details of the layout.
“Dude, this is retarded! There is absolutely NO way you’ll ever pull this off…” .59 replies, impressed with some of the ideas.
“I’m no mechanic, you know me… that’s why I’m asking for your help. Cash is no problem…” Maceo laughs, pulling out his pockets and showing they’re empty.
.59 looks at the blueprints again, and almost as if a light bulb lit up over his head, he looks at Maceo with a devilish grin. “After seeing this stuff, you know I'm gonna have to hook up the 999 so we're even right?”
“ Friend, I wouldn't have it any other which-way.” Maceo replies, giving him a cold beer…
In the garage, .59 as expected, is face deep into one of his project cars. This time, he’s adjusting the boost on Alvin’s Koenigsegg. Looks like that the Swedish super engine refuses to agree with a few of his mods, not giving him his planned power output. While messing around with the fuel mapping, he hears Maceo driving up to one of the empty garage stalls with his ’04 Toyota bB. The pearlescent red paint with its orange flakes makes the boxy body work look marvelous in the glow of the street lights. .59 peeks out at the car via the corner of his eye, and goes out to greet him at the garage door.
“999ps… heh… I had no idea…” Maceo says by looking at the semi-covered pink Silvia stored at the back of the garage.
“999 indeed. Trust me, you weren’t the only one…” .59 responds with a understated, yet widening grin on his face.
“Anyway, that’s not the reason I’m here today, I’ve got something to show you.” Maceo says.
.59 responds “Well bust them bitches out, son!”
Maceo nods and walks to the back of the xB, which has been appropriately dubbed “The Hotbox” due to his notorious smoking habits. A finger-sweep past a small hidden sensor on the right rear c-pillar window pops open the custom rear split swing doors, revealing a 10 pack of Kirin Tanrei beer and a rather large 007-style metal suitcase. Located inside is a cobalt blue area 51 laptop and packet of design plans for the NSX.
..Looks like the defeat had forced him to change the scheme of his upgrade plans to a short term flurry instead of the original long term plan. After the car is empty, the two walk back into the garage and close the door.
Maceo carefully spreads the plans over the bench, “I was gonna tell you over the phone, but I figured it would be better to show you in person… some of this stuff is just too hardcore to explain with words…” He says, while he points at some of the details of the layout.
“Dude, this is retarded! There is absolutely NO way you’ll ever pull this off…” .59 replies, impressed with some of the ideas.
“I’m no mechanic, you know me… that’s why I’m asking for your help. Cash is no problem…” Maceo laughs, pulling out his pockets and showing they’re empty.
.59 looks at the blueprints again, and almost as if a light bulb lit up over his head, he looks at Maceo with a devilish grin. “After seeing this stuff, you know I'm gonna have to hook up the 999 so we're even right?”
“ Friend, I wouldn't have it any other which-way.” Maceo replies, giving him a cold beer…
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