its been a while but this was worthy of a post.
This was so sick. So today, Banards and myself found out that the fairly large weapons deal we were brokering was also going to involve a shipment of coke as well. Normally we don't accept changes to the plan after its set, but this was for a special customer so we let it slide. Because of the extra weight were moving we were going to need another fast car to escort the convoys like a fighter jet, escorting a heavy bomber during WWII.
So we pulled into Foley Motorsports on route 9 and Gave the eager young salesman an eleborate rouse to get him to take me out in the Z06 Corvette. Just before we left i slid the M5 keys to Adam who adeptly piloted the powerful sedan behind the Vette keeping a safe distance at all times.
So as I'm ripping down 9 at close to 90 miles an hour, i make like i'm going to drop it into 6th and i jab the poison tipped spike into the salesman's liver, i draw my butturfly knife and slashed his seatbelt and reached accross him to pop the door open and kick him out. Luckily the DSC on the M5 had it so Banards could swerve around it at high speed.
Right as this is happening, two staties come up on us fast from behind, Adam and I exchange a quick glance, and then immediately got on the same wavelength. We puched it. The staties could gain ground on the long straights but a Vic just can't hold curves like the 5 or the 'vette. We pushed our supercars past 110 miles an hour, weaving in and out of cars.
luckily we intercepted the state police radio transmission and found out they were setting a speed trap 2 intersections away. Useing that Gemeni ESP, we each cut nasty 180 E-brakes in sequence seemlessly through the next intersection, the staties obviuosly couldn't match that, and by the time backup arrived to the scene we were long gone from Rt 9. We'd moved on to the docks to broker that deal and collect our payment for our services.
Sick, I'm keeping the 'vette.
So we pulled into Foley Motorsports on route 9 and Gave the eager young salesman an eleborate rouse to get him to take me out in the Z06 Corvette. Just before we left i slid the M5 keys to Adam who adeptly piloted the powerful sedan behind the Vette keeping a safe distance at all times.
So as I'm ripping down 9 at close to 90 miles an hour, i make like i'm going to drop it into 6th and i jab the poison tipped spike into the salesman's liver, i draw my butturfly knife and slashed his seatbelt and reached accross him to pop the door open and kick him out. Luckily the DSC on the M5 had it so Banards could swerve around it at high speed.
Right as this is happening, two staties come up on us fast from behind, Adam and I exchange a quick glance, and then immediately got on the same wavelength. We puched it. The staties could gain ground on the long straights but a Vic just can't hold curves like the 5 or the 'vette. We pushed our supercars past 110 miles an hour, weaving in and out of cars.
luckily we intercepted the state police radio transmission and found out they were setting a speed trap 2 intersections away. Useing that Gemeni ESP, we each cut nasty 180 E-brakes in sequence seemlessly through the next intersection, the staties obviuosly couldn't match that, and by the time backup arrived to the scene we were long gone from Rt 9. We'd moved on to the docks to broker that deal and collect our payment for our services.
Sick, I'm keeping the 'vette.