A SECRET AGENT
A GANG MEMBER
AN ILLEGAL RACER
CAN YOU BE ALL?
Earth is a secret agent whose only job is to catch the organizer of the monthly Midnight Race
Mix is the winner of every Midnight Race...until now
"I have a really strict gun control policy: if there's a gun around, I want to be in control of it."
- Clint Eastwood
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"Mixy, you finally came. I was getting really bored here," Kit stood up and walked closer to Mix with open arms.
Mix tensed for a second, stepping away from Kit's reach, "why are you here, Kit?"
"Come on Mixy, won't you give a hug to an old friend?"
"What friend?"
Kit chuckled, "fierce as always."
"I don't have a whole day. What's the deal, Kit?" Mix didn't like that. He didn't like Kit being there. Kit acting like he cared. Kit meeting Earth, any of it. It created an unsettling storm of emotions inside of him.
"Little birdy told me that you have a new guy in your fam. I came to check him out," Kit leaned to Mix's ear, "and snatch him from you."
"Sorry to disappoint you, man, but I'm not going anywhere," Earth walked from behind the curtain and stood next to Mix.
"Ulalaaa, not bad, Mixy, not bad, this one seems like a catch," Kit scanned Earth with his eyes, from top to the bottom.
"You look at me thatway one more time, and the only catch will be my fist in your face," Earth said, his jaw clenched.
"Oh, look at that, boys," Kit threw a brief look at his men, "he is fierce too! I like that. What's your name, newbie?"
"None of your business." Earth started to wonder how could Talay and Perth, especially Perth stand this guy for over two years now. Being around him every day would drive Earth crazy.
Kit crossed his arms and leaned on the table, "look, None of your business, I came here to offer you a place in my gang instead of this shit hole. What do you say? We got everything, girls, boys, drugs, better cars...Whatever your soul yearns for, I got it."
"Shit hole, huh?" Earth smirked, "funny you say that 'cause The Midnight Race is famous enough that even my grandma heard about them, but your gang..."
"Silver Blood," Mix said.
"Yeah, Silver Blood, what even is that? Did your mother read you Twilight as a good night story or something?"
"You fucker," one of Kit's buddies lashed out at Earth with his fist, abruptly stopping his movement when Mix stepped in.
Good to know Kit's order to never hurt Mix was still in place.
"You punch him, and I guarantee, that none of you will walk from here unharmed." Mix's voice was sharp, clear evidence that he meant every word he said.
"Tsk tsk tsk, you are harder to crack than I thought," Kit swung his baseball bat in hands and motioned for his men to follow him.
Walking past Earth, he said, "think carefully about my offer. I'll be back in a week. Until then, Sayonara."
