Drift

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Hayley and Tom got out of the car, walking up to the palace and entering. As they entered, Tom's face lit up drastically and a smile spread across his face. The carpets were red with gold designs while the walls were plastered with the same pattern. Small tables sat along the wall with golden flower vases willed with bright red roses and sunflowers. The air smelled of fruit and caramel.

"Told you," Hayley teased, looking over at Tom as his admired the beauty of the palace.

"I know, but I didn't think it would be this beautiful. This is absolutely amazing," Tom said, astonished.

They walked through the entrance hallway, entering a gigantic room that seemed to be some sort of ball room. No one was in there except for a few people in uniform that looked like staff. They were setting up tables, polishing the floors, and helping a band set up their instruments and equipment.

"We'll be staying here all week, this is the first event of the week," Hayley told Tom, walking over to one of the staff.

"Make sure you set up a table specifically for us. Red cloth, front of the room," Hayley instructed them before walking off with Tom.

"Why are we staying here anyway?" Tom asked.

"I'm a spy, a professional one. My mission this week is to keep a sharp eye out on Mr. Jackson."

Tom raised an eyebrow, signalling that he needed a better explanation.

"He's a killer, a dealer, and many more dangerous things. He's the most wanted everywhere on earth and here, I don't know how he's not in prison yet but tonight it's my job to get as much information as possible so he'll end up exactly where he belongs," Hayley explained further and Tom responded with a nod.

Hayley's phone then began to ring and she took a few steps away from Tom so she could talk on the phone privately. After five minuets she came back to him, sighing as if she was nervous.

"I have to go, stay here," Hayley said, looking around nervously.

"What? Why? What's going on?" Tom battered her in questions but she was to busy scurrying off to answer any of them. Tom was left standing there, confused and alone. His only option was to sit there and wait for her to come back, but he was really tempted to follow her.

Hayley hurried to her car, hopping inside and speeding off. She knew who was after her and she didn't have time to end up injured or killed. There was at least five hit men after her, sent by Mr. Jackson himself. Just then, five black cars came speeding down the street after her, causing her to smash the gas petal harder than ever and shoot down the now empty roads. She cut corners, ran through red lights and nearly hit people, all to have every hit man confused as ever.\

One car violently hit a tree, breaking the driver's neck.

Another flew off the port into the ocean.

Another was hit by a truck.

Another lost a wheel and went tumbling down a hill.

And the last one ran into the car right behind Hayley.

Now Mr. Jackson wasn't gonna be so happy, all because his hit men caught Tokyo's Drift.

 Jackson wasn't gonna be so happy, all because his hit men caught Tokyo's Drift

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