The Rarest One

Stealing the Mayor's Car Part 7

(Scott)

I seethed in my anger at Crystal. "She is going to join the Freedom Resistance.  She is going to join,"  I muttered underneath my breath and looked around the desolate town.  Empty at three o'clock in the morning, quiet with the exception of Adrian blabbing, and I turned, walking backwards to check behind us.  I swiveled and faced the front, running straight into Hugh.

"Shut up!"  Crystal shouted at Adrain, turning glare at him, even as Hugh and I shushed them both.  

"Both of you be quiet, Crystal.....go," I pointed for her to lead on.  We resumed our trek.  Our misfit club which consisted of a telepathy, an illusionist, a metal bender, and a werewolf.  All of us are werewolves, but three of us have developed special and rare abilities.  Now we are on the run from Rowan Gates, and the Elites organization.  I bumped into Hugh.  "Sorry,"I mumbled.  We stood before the rich neighborhood.

"What car do you want?" Crystal asked without turning.  

"Oh, we have one in mind," Adrian grinned at us, and Hugh and I  answered with our own smirks.  We led her before the only mansion in this town.

"Wow, whose car are we borrowing?" Crystal stared at the house in awe.  

We glanced at each other, "The Mayor's car."

"Lets go get it," she smiled deviously,  her duffel swinging at her knees and backpack on her right shoulder. 

We lead her to a covered car, and Adrian yanked off the tan cover.  Underneath sat a gleaming, gorgeous Chevy camaro, painted like Bumble Bee, in the Transformer movies.  She let out a low whistle, appraising the sports car.    

Adrian fondly ran his hand over the smooth yellow hood, while giving her the break down of the car, "0 to 60 in 3.5 seconds.  Packed with torque and power.  This car has the standard turbo-charged 2.0 liter cylinder engine,  but it is also packing the V6 and V8  engines.  He later had the biggest engine upgrade giving this baby 650 horsepower and 650 torque." Adrian put the hood up and Crystal moved in to check out the engine, an interested look on her face.  "Special accessories include the awesome lights, aluminum five split-spoke wheel rims, axle-back dual exhaust, blade spoiler, the fender hash marks, and...," he sighed in heaven, "the black rally stripes."   He slammed the hood shut and the alarm went off, loud and proud.  

We crouched, and Hugh hit Adrian over the back of the head, muttering," Idiot."

Crystal moved like a flash to the drivers side, rested her fingertips against the lock, and the door popped unlocked.  She pulled on the handled, and instead of swinging out, it swung up.

"That's new," murmured Adrian, and we both slapped him.  

Crystal unlocked the door and I pulled it up, and slid  the seat back.  They just stood there.  "Don't just stand there you dummies! Get in!" she ordered, leaning down.  

I sat in the front passenger side, once they both jumped into the back seats, and I watched as she pulled out two wires, and began tapping them together.

"Um, you might want to hurry because the Mayor is coming out here," Hugh spoke from behind me.  I glanced over to see his lights flicking on, and I heard distance police sirens.

"Come on, come on, please baby," she whispered to the camaro.  Within seconds the engine roared to life, and the dual exhaust hummed. "Yes!" she yelled, giving the car some gas, and it answered with power.

"You can drive stick shift, can't you?" I eyed the long fingers gripping the stick.

The corner of her mouth ticked up, she shifted into first, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the stick, and floored it.  We spun out of the street, and she shifted the car with ease as we clocked 100 mph, running stop signs and stop lights.  We sped onto the highway, Adrian and Hugh yelped when a car in front of us braked suddenly, but she downshifted, and cut in front of a semi,  Adrian and Hugh shouted, and I gripped my seat.  Finally, she settled into a speed of 90 mph in the fast lane.  I released my breath that I didn't even realize I had been holding.  She was still smirking as she turned on the radio to a pop station.