Jimmy and Rob then arrived back at their hideout with Brittany.
“Ok, take her in the back room and tie her up. I’m gonna get a peek at that SUV’s engine.”
“Alright. C’mon, lady.”
“Hey man, easy on my arms!” shouted Brittany.
As Jimmy led Brittany to the other room, Rob was inspecting Brittany’s engine.
“A-ha! I knew it! It was supercharged!”
Jimmy then walks out of the other room.
“Hey, Jim. I think I figured out why she was able to pull away from us so easily. Check this out.”
“Whoa, man. She was runnin’ a supercharger on that thing?!”
“Yep, Kenne Bell to be exact.”
“Damn, she sure has all the bells and whistles in this thing.”
“I know, right. Ok, let’s go through our plan. We use the chick as a bargaining chip, ok? We then find that joker in his Mustang, and we trade off the chick for the car’s CPU. It’s perfect!”
“Yeah, except there’s one problem. The C.I.A.’s not stupid, especially their anti- streetracing branch. They’re gonna stop at nothing to get us.”
“Which is exactly why we kidnapped that girl back there! The guy’s gonna want her back, right?”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“Ok. Let’s go check on her.”
The two then walked back to Brittany’s room. Brittany struggled to free herself of her ropes, but they were too tight.
Rob then ungagged her.
“You’re not gonna get away with this! Kidnapping a detective, stealing tons of merchandise, you guys are gonna be in for atleast, 10 years.”
“If they catch us, which they won’t. Ok, gag her.”
Jimmy turns to Brittany.
“We’ll be back soon, lady.”
The two thieves then left the room, hearing Brittany’s muffled screams on the way out.
Scott Cooper was pulling into the C.I.A’s “Most Wanted” new base of operations. He then set the DoubleZero in park, and climbed out. A girl in coveralls walked into the room, with Jeremiah following behind.
“Scott, I want you to meet Carly Jones, our head mechanic.” Scott turns to face Carly.
“Nice to meet you.” Said Scott as he shook hands with her.
“The feeling is mutual.”
“Carly will be working alongside us from now on.”
Another girl walked in.
“Hello, Mr. Cooper. I’m Brieanna Jones, but you can call me Brie.”
“Hello, Brie.” Said Scott as he shook hands with her.
“Brie is our technology expert, and also assistant to chief of police. All four of us, right now, we are Most Wanted. The C.I.A’s anti-street racing division.”
“I see. So, besides getting me acquainted with everyone here, why am I here?”
“You need to investigate these guys. Their names are Robert and James Martin. They’re felons. They have stolen tons of precious cargo recently.”
“Define ‘precious cargo.’”
“Try 30 5-pound NOS bottles.”
“Whoa, that is dangerous.”
“Yes, it is. In the wrong hands, that could be used as a weapon.”
“Looks like we’d better bust these guys and get that NOS back.”
As Jeremiah and Scott were discussing this, Rob and Jimmy were cruising on the other side of town.
“Hey, Jimmy. Maybe we should get that chick something to eat, man. She’s gotta be hungry.”
“Yeah, sure. Why not? If she dies of starvation, she’s worthless.”
The two then pulled into the parking lot of Burger King. They set the car in park, shut it off, exited the vehicle, and went inside the restaurant. Five minutes later, they returned to their vehicle with a bad of food. Just as they were doing this, Scott Cooper was driving by.
“Aw man, I don’t know about you, DZ, but I’m hungry. Let’s see what BK has to offer.” Scott then saw Rob and Jimmy’s Camaro.
“Gonna have to forget about lunch for right now. There they are!” Scott Cooper shouted. Rob and Jimmy took off in an instant.
“Damn, it’s that guy in the Mustang. Floor it, Rob!”
“But what will you be doing?”
“I’ll shoot out his tires. Just keep driving!”
Jimmy then rolled down his window, stuck his head out as well as his gun, and shot at the DoubleZero.
“It appears we are being fired at.” DZ told Scott.
“They’re just wasting their ammo.”
Jimmy continued to shoot, but it was no use. He couldn’t seem to slow Cooper and the DoubleZero down.
“Hey, it’s deflecting my bullets!”
“I guess we’re gonna have to outrun him then. Hang on!” Rob then mashed his gas pedal to the floor.
“Hit the NOS!!!” shouted Jimmy.
Rob then flipped on the switch, and pressed the NOS button. The car then sped off.
“Dang! What’s in that car?!”
“Apparently, nitrous oxide.”
“I know that, I mean what else is in that car?”
“The car’s power plant consists of a 350 cubic inch ‘Turbo Fire’ V-8, with an Eaton turbocharger installed.”
“I see. Well, let’s just give that Chevy a run for its money!”
Scott and the DoubleZero then closed in on Rob and Jimmy’s Camaro.
“Dude, we’re still not shakin’ him.”
“That’s it, time to cause a little ‘accident.’”
Rob then changed lanes and cut off an oncoming car, causing it to veer off course. He then switch back into his original lane. As he was doing this, he rammed another car into the side wall, clipping his right-side front-end.
“There goes the right-side headlight. Oh well, that should hold him for now. Let’s get back to the hideout so we can get this thing fixed.”
Scott Cooper then came up to the massive wreck at high speed.
“Are we clear to turbo over?!”
“The risk factor is too high!”
“Damn!”
Scott then slammed on the brakes. He came just inches from making contact with the first wrecked vehicle. Jeremiah then called Scott.
“Scott, got some bad news for ya.”
“Yeah, what is it?”
“A detective has gone missing.”
“What’s his name?”
“More like ‘what’s her name.’ Her name’s Brittany Knox.”
“Hey man, I just gave her a ride today!”
“Is she working on any cases?”
“Yes actually. Same exact one we’re working on. How long has she been missing?”
“She’s been missing since this afternoon. Her vehicle was last seen being followed by a red ’69 Camaro.”
“Damn! They will pay for this!”
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Most Wanted: Night of the Horse
FanfictionIn a city called Rockport, in the state of Colorado, street-racing abounds from within, along with a huge crimewave to go with it. The town is practically over-run by street-racers, so much, that the local police cannot maintain them. "Most Wanted"...
