Race Wars

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We are boarding a private jet that the police department own, as we walk on we are greeted by overly happy air hostesses, 'Good day young lady we hope you have a pleasant ride.' One says giving me a wide smile and holding out her hands gesturing us to keep walking, 'Erm... thanks?' I mutter walking past plopping down on one of the lounge chairs, Izzy got the same welcome, as did the boys but a broader smile from the girls, 'They're nice.' Izzy says as they place a plate of food down in front of us and drowning us with compliments. 'Far to nice I don't like it.' I say glaring at one of them, 'just because they're nicer then you doesn't mean they're bad people.'  Jake laughs, 'I never said they were bad people, I just don't like them, I hate overly happy people.' I say annoyed, 'you hate all people Leni.' Dylan points out, 'Yeah alright. But these ones are worse.' With that I stuff my earphones in my ear and start watching con air on my laptop.

After watching Con air I decide to do some more research about this drug cartel and who we are facing and what are their strong points and weak points, I read about Joshua and discover he to is a street racer, one in the major league, he drives a  2011 Bugatti Veyron, I scoff whist reading this, who races in a Bugatti? I look up from my computer to see that Izzy is missing, I close my laptop and get up to find her, I finally found her sitting beside the Pilot in the cockpit, (Cockpits a funny word by the way) 'Izzy what are you doing?' I ask, 'Just chilling you were busy and Jake and Dylan are sleeping, I wanted to do something.' She turns to face me, 'So you're flying a plane?' I look down at her holding the controller, 'no, it's on autopilot I'm just holding it.' She smiles, 'OK,  where are we?' I try and see our coordinates but don't understand them, 'Were just about to south America, please go take your seat while Izzy and I get to know each other.' The pilot says, 'Get to know her!? What the hell does that mean!? Are you serious?' He turns to look at me through his aviators, I glare at him and turn to walk away, 'What's wrong?' Jake asks sensing my anger, 'Stupid pilot wants to get to know Izzy. I don't like him.' I say gritting my teeth, 'You're overly protective Eleni.' Dylan laughs, 'No I'm not.' I argue, 'yes you are.' They both chime, 'Whatever.' I huff and fold my arms across my chest. All passengers, please fasten your seat belt we are 3 minutes away from landing thank you. A voice over the speaker says, I roll my eyes and do as I'm told, Izzy comes back and fastens her seat belt also, she has a wide smile on her and a weird look in her eyes, I try and eye convo her but she adverts my eyes, 'Izzy.' Jake says looking between the two of us, 'Yeah?' She replies simply, 'What's going on?' Dylan finishes oblivious to all, 'Nothing? I was having fun.' She says smiling widely. I nod my head and wait for the plane to land. 

'How was your flight?' Asks detective O'Conner, 'Fine, long, but fine.' Jake says shaking hands with the blonde haired blue eyed guy. 'You must be Eleni, Logan's little sister right?' I nod and go to shake his hand but instead he pulls me into a tight squeeze, 'this is Isabelle and this is Dylan.' I say pointing to each of them individually, 'Hey guys welcome to Rio.' He says smiling, 'Anyway, Eleni, I have your weapons in my car, follow me and I'll tell you everything you need to know.

We walk out to the car park and go to his deep blue 1994 Nissan Skyline GT-R R34, 'Nice.' I say gliding my hand on the hood of the car, we walk to the boot and he opens it revealing cases of weapons, 'these are hand grenades only use them in sticky situations, this is a jaws viper, there are bullets in there here is a extra 12 pack just in case, keep this on you at all times.' He says handing me the gun, I smile and stuff it in my back Jean pocket, 'then we've got a FN P90, a Taurus PT90C and Beretta 92BC.' He finishes handing the weapons to us, 'OK thanks, but now what about the cars?' I ask, 'Right come this way and you guys can argue over them,' he takes us to four different cars, a 1969 dodge Daytona, a 1975 Jensen Interceptor, 1971 Monte Carlo and a 2007 Mazda RX-7. 'SHOT GUN THE DODGE!' I shout running over to the Daytona.' Izzy gets into the Mazda, Jake the Monte Carlo, and Dylan the Jensen Interceptor, Brian comes and taps on my window, 'Here are the locations to your warehouse.' I thank him and punch in the location into my phone and let the navigator lead the way.