Far from Normal

Chapter 3 - The Crash

                    Matt's POV

                     I wake up and take a glance at my phone, 7:03. I have two texts from Amelia. She been weird lately, I've been worried.

                     Amelia: Yo, sorry ive been weird lately, i do plan on talkin to you after you get the case done, good luck. ;)

                     "Huh," I sigh

                     Matt: aight, see ya then ;p

                     I'm relieved, she doesn't seem bothered like yesterday, but I still wonder what she been wanting to tell me. I brush it off and take a shower. I put on some casual clothing, I don't want to be noticed as someone trying to shut them down. We gotta get this case done before shutting down the entire joint. I look over to my watch, 8:49.

                     "Shit," I say as I walk out my house. I run as fast as I can, barely making it. I catch my breath and go into the building. The plan is to wait until we see something more shady that the rest of the things here.

                     We don't see anything until about 2:20 About 5 hours later, we see someone is a dark trench coat, receiving money from a racer. He had a rifle of sorts under this coat, and an odd device that was on his wrist like a watch or gauntlet. I lean over to Chief Heick, "Look over there, that dude in the trench coat, the racer with the black and sliver 2020 Mustang." "Okay, We'll question this dude, and the racer." We hear the engines starting realizing that if we're right the Mustang is loaded with the Nitro. "We need to shut this shit down!" I yell over the engines. I pull out the small pistol I was given and shoot one of the tires. The tire deflates, but the race starts anyway The cars start leaving tire marks, the Mustang leaving larger and darker ones. It was fast, a lot faster than the other car. It's path of travel was not straight, and curving more and more.

                    The car stops swerving and begins to roll and skid on it's side. It's still going fast, and it's coming in my direction. The last thing I remember before everything goes black is, "MATT WATCH O—"