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
"To achieve great things, two things are needed; a plan, and not quite enough time."
- Leonard Bernstein
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"What's happening, Earth?" Tul asked as Earth and Talay were heading towards Earth's car.
"I'll explain later, boys. You just keep doing the amazing job you are doing, okay?" Earth's voice was loud enough for Max and Tul to hear him even when Earth was, with half of his body, already in the car.
"So, what now?" Talay asked, putting on a seatbelt.
"Now we go to the headquarters. I need boys' help with this." Earth pulled out of the parking lot, speeding towards the TSAF building.
"And you? Mind you tell me, how come you just barge into my club like that?"
"Your club?" Talay raised an eyebrow.
"That's not the point," Earth took a sharp turn left, deciding to take a shortcut. It's a good thing to know the city you live in by the palm of your hand. "You could have jeopardized your whole undercover."
"I admit it was risky, but you were the one who wasn't picking up the phone." Talay pointed out the obvious.
"Oh..yeah, my phone," Earth reached out to the back pocket of his jeans, taking out his phone, "it's on mute." The phone, with a light thud, landed on the dashboard covered by a thin layer of dust.
"Great. Next time before you put your phone on mute, think about how it almost cost you your house. And my undercover." Talay took out his own phone, texting Perth.
"Kit is taking two containers of gasoline with him, and it looks like only two guys will go with him."
"Someone is not afraid to get their hands dirty," Earth chuckled, "wasn't expecting Kit to take it so personally."
"But, that's good because if you are taking the boys with you, you can easily overpower them."
"You think it will get physical?" There was a small smile playing on Earth's face. He doesn't mind an occasional fight.
"You were the one who said that, and I quote," Talay cleared his throat, preparing for the best voice imitation of Earth, "If Kit wants to talk to the secret agent so much, fine. I'll talk to him. I'm just not sure whether before or after I break his limbs." A slow, deep and raspy voice was spreading through the cabin of the car.
"That's not how I speak!" Earth said, pretending he is offended.
"No, this is exactly how you speak," Talay grinned.
Earth drove the car into the underground garage and turned off the engine, "no, seriously, won't Kit find out what you did?"
Talay ran his hand through his raven hair and smirked, "Perth is taking care of it."
