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The Ride

(CBR 1000RR is the bike above the bike your gonna be on during this)

Y/N POV:

Running through side streets is fun. Especially when the match has just let out why did this deal have to go down during a football(soccer) match. Like come on everyone is heading home or going to the pubs to have a drink.

As your getting closer to London Road you get a call. As you reach into your pocket you bump into someone. 

"Shit sorry lad" you say in a hurry. 

"Don't worry about it it's my fault for not paying attention" the person says with an American accent.

"We both should be paying attention really" 

"It's alright"

"I have to run. And take this call" you say as your phone goes off.

"Alright"

You turn around and start walking away as you pick up your phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey" 

"Oh hey J. Where abouts are you?"

"By the cashies on London Road"

"Alright I'm about 5 min away. How you getting back?" You question

"Gonna get one of the boys to pick me up. Need to get something from the shop anyway"

"Alright see you in a min"

"See you in a min" J says before he hangs up

As you get to the top of London Road you see a police car at the bottom of the hill. Fuck. You start walking down towards the cashies and put your hood up. As you get closer to the cashies you start looking down side streets to see if you can see J.

You see J on the other side of the road down a side street. You look up and down the road and see that's its empty so you crossover and walk up to him. 

"J" you say as you walk up to him. 

"Sup lad heard the deal went south"

"Ye the cunt had a wire. Saw it and fucking dipped. Now pass the key lad I've gotta go speak with the boss"

"Alright stay safe" he speaks as he passes the key over and starts walking off.

As you put the key in the ignition and put the helmet on that was on the seat you see a police car go past the top of the street slowly.

"Fuck" you mutter to yourself.

As you sit on the bike and start it another police car passes slowly on the other end of the street.

"Fuck"

You stand the bike up off the kickstand and pull the clutch in and kick it into gear. You slowly start releasing the clutch to pull off as a police car turns into the street. "Fuck it" you say when you realise the plate on the bike is fake so you dump the clutch and take off. 

You know that a CBR1000RR will out pull and out manover any police car the put on your ass. It will out pull any helicopter on the motorway. Only need to go 170+ mph the bike tops out at 186 on stock sprocket ratio. So you'll be fine. You hope.

You realise that you can't go the normal way out of the city centre because the match. "Fuck. What way can I go? Fuck. I can go towards the docks and up towards queen's drive and hop on the motorway (highway). 

You check behind you to see if any police are chasing you and you see one just coming around the corner you just took.

Fuck they are fast.