The Resurgence of Racing Blood... / Part Four

By OZ

Tokyo – 1:43 AM

A cold windy rain windy makes her dance over the wangan kanjou, leaving over the roads a dangerous wet imperceptible surface. The parking lot is crowded, really crowded, lots of people coming from almost all parts of Tokyo came around, but the place remains immersed in a strange silence. Maybe it’s the cold weather, or the cloudy sky, no ones knows. The owners of the house are already there. The Feroci crew has their rides ready for the show, just waiting for their nemesis to arrive. Even aware of the fact that they have a real street weapon at hand, they know that they still are the best out there, and by fate, they must face it, no matter if it will result in a wining or a loss…

After some minutes of waiting and chatting with the people around there, they hear the famous symphony of V12 and V8 exotics coming by, their nemesis are arriving, the «Tokyo Fastest» team and their high priced machines. All their engine sounds can be hear for the distance, making the crowd go crazy about it. Lately, they were the only team who could put up a real fight to the house owner’s, making almost all the other challenging teams look like shrimps. They enter the parking lot driving fast, as the usual show they put out before each race, coming to park their rides facing the Feroci garage doors. One parking spot is not filled, their leader, still didn’t arrive. And the spot is right in front of OZ’s car…

“See… he wants me…” OZ says, looking at .59. “But this time there’s no way I’m gonna miss it”

“Yeah, but what if he brings the enzo out?” .59 replies, hearing the thundering sound of a V12 coming by

“We will be fucked… just plain as that… but still I’ll try it out, we need to know what they did to the car so far…” OZ replies, going to get his car keys to heat up it.

As the sound gets closer, they see the usual orange shaped car coming down the street. Looks like the enzo is not ready, since he brought his F1 along him… They feel a little less worried, since the sound of the engine is a bit different, meaning that once again the car was modificated. The leader parks right in front of OZ’s car as expected, everyone knows that once again he’ll be the one to race tonight’s first race…

Uzers approach OZ and ask him if he still wants to race him, the modifications on his car may not be enough to face the F1 again, but OZ still want to try it. For him, that’s the only way to know if his car is still the fastest one. Uzers agree with his decision and goes to talk with “The Executive”, «Tokyo Fastest» leader about the race plan. They decided for a short lap going through a small part of wangan and shikanjo CWL. It shouldn’t take more than 15mins to do it, which were good, since the cops wouldn’t find out about the race fast enough to get’em into trouble. “The Executive” agrees with the race plans, and looks over to OZ and laughs, he points to his car and make a negative signal, showing his confidence on his ride. But OZ is know for not being a hot head, and reply by just slamming shut his driver door and starting his engine. The famous thundering noise of his twin turbo V6 sounds somewhat different, more heavy and powerful… the new command lines for the he engine CPU seems to do the trick, and he feels more confident of his car. He puts the 1st gear and moves towards the onramp… waiting for his rival… The F1 follows him as well, constantly revving the engine to shows that he’s up to the fight to… Taking away the silence of the crowd, which knows what is at stake now.

As they hit the freeway, the roll up to 100km/h till they hit the Tatsumi JCT rest area. The race is on. The F1 right by start shoot by the off ramp, reaching the wangan section in no seconds. This is where he takes his advantage, the long straight road is like a heaven for such a car, giving OZ trouble to follow him close. He gained an enormous advantage by the time he reached the Ooi JCT Haneda 1 onramp, forcing OZ to turn the over boost on. He manages to get himself closer, hopping to take advantage of the tight windy of the rest of the lap, but as the same time, he realizes that he can’t use the over boost again, since his car got to hot for a second push.

Both cars rip past the onramp like bullets, slaloming through the traffic like madmen’s. The F1 in front, the mirage glued to its tail. “The Executive” tries every trick he knows to take OZ out of his back, but the road doesn’t help him. His overpowered car can’t shake him off and deal with the dangerous wet asphalt at the same time, making it twice as harder for him to succeed. OZ, as also, is having trouble to find a small passage and gain the front, knowing that once he do this… all the way till the end will be his, as the 4wd gives him a hell of advantage on the wet…

But the inexpectable happens… as they reach the Shibaura JCT off ramp, both are nearing 280km/h. The F1 pulls slight forward on the downhill, reaching for the Hamasaki Bridge C1 Inner ramp. “The Executive” pulls a sadistic grim on his face as he looks on the rear view mirror seeing his advantage over OZ, and for just a second he didn’t notice a small truck, changing lanes to enter the C1 Outer ramp. He slams the brakes and twists the steering wheel, trying to avoid a head on collision. But it’s too late… the F1 promptly refuses to brake, aquaplaning on the curve, and hitting both the truck and the sidewall, ending spinning on the middle of the road. OZ sees the accident and tries to avoid it, but the wet asphalt is hungry for more blood. He shifts down once just to see the F1 coming spinning at his way… He pushes the side brake and spin his car, hitting the F1 sideways at nearly 170km/h… the strong collision, put he out of cold. His car spin some time more, coming to hit the sidewall wall and making a high flip, tearing and splitting the rear apart on it’s lands…

On the parking loot everybody waits the conclusion of the race in silence… wanting to knows who’s gonna be the winner…

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