The Furious and The Fast

Guam Part 1

Skylon hit the brakes and stopped on the side of the road, he saw a flashlight in the mirror as the officer got closer. He tapped on the window and Skylon lowered it, the cop pointed a gun at them and they both raised their hands.

"Woah! Hold on!" David yelled.

"You are David Bales and Skylon Moss correct?"

They nodded.

"Step out of the vehicle and put your hands behind your back."

They did what they were told and the cop cuffed them, "I have a right to know why I'm being arrested." Skylon recited.

"You're going to be questioned on behalf of your street racing."

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Skylon and David sat in a pristine silver room, they knew that the gold tinted reflective glass was a one way window. But they didn't know that the government were standing behind it, multiple high ranking members were watching them.

"Are you sure this is a good idea sir?" A young man with blonde hair and blue eyes asked, he was wearing a black shirt and blue jeans and worn shoes but was still special forces.

The gray haired black man nodded, he scratched his stubble before speaking. "This drug deal has been going on for too long, and we don't have any dirt on them to arrest them." The police chief reminded the younger man, "We need someone on the inside, and that might be them."

"But why? Police are able to drive."

The police chief pulled out a tablet and loaded a video, "This is Skylon driving in his GTR." The video showed a helicopter view of him ripping it down the highway dodging in between cars and making last second decisions.

"That doesn't prove much." The younger man stated crossing his arms.

The chief pointed back to the screen and he watched as the clip changed to a view of a street race. Skylon drifted around a corner in between two cars before speeding forwards and around another corner.

"Trust me Andrew, he and David are the best chance we have. We'll track their cars as they go undercover and if they refuse we'll just bribe them. They aren't rich."

They both walked into the interrogation room and sat down at the table the two boys were chained to, the chief released them of their cuffs. They both rubbed their wrists before looking forwards, "What do you want?"

"Well. To be straight forwards, there is a drug deal going on and we can't catch the people drug running. And even though we know who is running the deal, we don't have dirt on him."

"And that involves us how?" David pushed.

"We need precision drivers. And you two are the best of the best. If you can go undercover then you can get into the drug cartel, while you're in all you have to do is get to the drug storage place. Then call us for backup, we'll have them behind bars just like that."

Skylon growled, "If it's that easy why do you need us?"

Andrew sighed, "I ask that myself."

The chief smiled, "Because the entrance exam requires a street race. Our cops aren't good at that, and we don't have fast cars."

Skylon leaned back in his seat, "Yeah well as of now neither do I."

Andrew slammed his hands on the table, "Bullshit! I just watched you drive like a maniac in a blue GTR!"

Skylon looked at him with an intense glare that cause him to reel back, "I lost it. Pink slip."

The chief smiled, "Ok. We can fix that, we'll supply you with a car and David can do the race. Once he's in all you'll have to do is do some snooping."

David held his hands up, "What do we get out of this?"

The chief thought for a moment, "Well...we can..." He sighed. "We'll wipe your records."

Andrew whipped his head towards him, "What!?"

Skylon smirked. "That won't cut it, we're putting our asses on the line. We want police immunity, no one in our group can be arrested."

The chief glared at him, "Don't push it. Look, how about we clear you, and your friends records. And give you money?"

"How much?" David asked.

"How about...$500,000?"

Skylon and David looked at each other before turning back to the cops, "Deal. Who're we after?"

"Well, you'll have to go to the country club downtown and find a Mathew Gaum. Then tell him that you want in on the street race, if he asks how you know about it tell him who you are. Legendary underground racers, that'll make him feel confident in you."

They both nodded before the cops led them to a debriefing room to explain further.

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Skylon sat in his new temporary car and grimaced at the symbol on the steering wheel, he could not believe this shit. No offence to Damian but he hated these stupid things. And David wouldn't stop laughing everytime he tried to rant about it.

"Haha! Ha! I-I can't believe out of all the cars they gave you...they gave you the only car that you hate!"

Skylon growled and opened the door, he stepped out and slammed the door shut and just glared at the orange Mustang. He shook his head as he looked at his phone, it was just about time.

"Yeah whatever David. It's about time, remember, you go in, you find Matt Guam then when he leaves I'll follow him to his place. I'll sneak into the house, find what I need to and take pics, then I'm out. Boom, we finish our job and we're a step closer to getting a new house."

David nodded and rolled up his window as Skylon got back in his temporary 'Stang, they both started the engine and backed out of the fast food restaurant they were parked at.

Skylon followed the red Dodge all the way to a residential area and parked at a country club. They got out of their cars and David turned to look at him, "What're you doing? I'm supposed to go in."

Skylon simply pointed across the parking lot and David gasped, "Oh shit."

Skylon grimaced as he saw his GTR parked at the country club, he reached into his car and pulled out one of the devices the police gave them. He walked over to the car and placed a small magnetic tracker under the frame, he backed away and got into his temporary vehicle.

"Go." He stated before pulling out a police laptop, he activated the tracker and saw it's exact location on the city map. "If my hunch is right Bryan's last name might be Guam." He muttered as he searched up the name, he cursed as he saw the rich boy pop up.