Project Venom #Watty's2016

Armed Escort

You don't get to the point of car know how that I have before you've driven your fair share of absolute shit boxes. A true car guy sees potential in everything, but when you do find those cars where you....just can't see yourself trying to make something of it, then chances are good it's crap. Example, I'm watching a One Take on The Smoking Tire's you Tube channel (Best channel ever, look it up), it's about a 1990 Nissan Axxess, a beat to shit minivan with a Nissan 240 SX engine, 4 speed manual and no, I'm not making this up, this is, 100% true, a toilet mounted in the back of the car. It had garbage bag's for windows and if I remember correctly, it had the notorious muscle car sleeper Mexican blanket (I want one for the Civic, I think foreign stuff is cool) and pieces of the dash were flying around. But I'm sitting here watching this video and all I can see in this, this crap van is a stripped, matte blue 450 horsepower front wheel drive rally van. I could picture a very beautiful rally car just waiting to wake up. The vehicle I was driving now, however, as much as I loved it's model, had no business having the engine that it had. The dinged up Nissan 240 SX rattled and creaked along the Pakistani road, the headlights barely working and the rattles from the engine case making me thing they were gonna fall out the front of the car. As bad as that was, it wasn't the worst thing ever. Anyone who off roads will tell you that creeping over rocks with a manual transmission requires just the right shift at just the right time, this car, there was no just the right time. The thing had well over a million miles on it and I knew that was all original gears. This old thing has the heaviest clutch I've ever used in a car, it puts my Civic to shame, the shifter was so light by comparison I could easily miss a gear and the steering was so touchy that losing focus for a second would send Mako and I off the road. The car's redeeming factor? 650 Wheel Horsepower from a twin turbo V6. The car had been modified by Venom mechanics before we arrived so we could easily outrun anything the terrorists could send after us. Problem was, the transmission was so old and worn out that I was sure passing 5500 RPM would shear off what gear teeth it had left, and never mind the fact that Mako was playing some really, really bad music from the 50's.

"Mako turn this shit off", I said reaching over and turning off the radio.

"Hey", Mako protested, "I was listening to that."

"Well I don't wanna hear it", I said trying to prepare myself for a 4th gear shift.

"Radio check", Nina said as I carefully placed the transmission into 4th gear, kicking the tach back from 5500 down to 3k, "everything okay back there Ace?"

"Everything except for Mako and his fabulous hits of the 50's, not to mention the clutch on this piece of shit, puts my Civic to shame."

"I'll take 50's over Jayden's Hip-Hop any day, he might be the first one I shoot", Nina replied.

"How long till we get off this highway?", I asked.,

"Umm", Nina said, "hold up."

There was about a minute of delay before she answered me back.

"looks like about nine minutes down the road, but we have to go through a non occupied town".

"Let's hope those hologram generators actually work", I said.

When we had stepped off the jet at the overseas venom base, we had each been given something that reminded me of the stealth boy from Fallout 4. Mako explained them as being hardlight hologram projectors. Stupidly advanced boxes of circuits and mirrors that would not only make us appear human, but would render things like our tails, horns and wings 100% translucent, meaning that someone cloud step on my tail and neither of us would ever know, problem was, if they cut out, and your tail or one of your wings was inside something, yeah, you'd know that.

Nina put on her blinker and started to slow down, turning her Datsun 510 sedan through a corner and on to an off ramp that lead into a small town underneath the bridge, not unlike something you would see in America. Just off the ramp was a four way intersection with a gas station to the right, an underpass to the left and two business style buildings on each side directly in front of us. Nina and I drove up to a stoplight and waited for the color to change. I was worried that my 240's cammy sounding V6 might make some of the locals what was up, Nina's Datsun had a 4 banger putting about 350 to the road, but the lack of a muffler would make someone at the drag strip think she had a 1250 RWHP V8. I did see a few locals turning heads, which worried me. I knew the Middle East was home to a metric ass ton of super cars, but I wasn't sure how common high power Japanese cars were. Thankfully, the light turned green, allowing Nina and I to get away before anyone had a chance to come see what was up.