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The big black Hummer H1 rumbled down the highway, it was filled with stuff, boxes and such. Clearly the owner was moving, but the owner's prized possessions were what were on the trailer that was hooked up to the back of the Hummer. The trailer had two cars on it, one, was a blue 2003 Hyundai Tiburon, that was clearly modified, since its ride height was lower than stock, and a roll cage could be seen in the interior of the car. The other car was under a cover that was tightly wrapped around the car itself. A passerby could only speculate at what was under the cover, but whatever it was, it was very important to its owner. The owner of all three vehicles was a dragon named Vincent. Vincent Alverez. He stood 6'5", and weighed about 300 lbs of solid muscle. Most dragons were built like swimmers, but not Vincent, for he had a flaw, to which he made up for. This dragon had only one wing. He had lost his right wing, some time ago, and now, his back bares heavy scars, of where it once was. He also had a thick scar that started just in front of his ear, going down underneath his right eye, and crossing over his lips and ending on the right side of his lower jaw. Having been recently discharged from the United States Marine Force Recon Corps, he had bought a decent sized place near Los Angeles California, and was en route to his new home. As he drove the tunes of Avenge Sevenfold's Almost Easy could be heard blaring from the radio in the Hummer. He saw his exit coming up and moved into the right lane of the highway, as he did so, he saw two vehicles fly past doing well over a hundred. Two tuners were racing each other, one was an Acura Integra, and the other a Mitsubishi Eclipse, both souped up, judging from their custom paint jobs, body kits, and the exhaust's he heard. A smile appeared on his face as he took his exit.

"May be it won't be so bad out here, after all." He said to himself as he exited the highway and continued on.

Soon he arrived at his new home, where he began to unload all his stuff. The home itself was nice, not too extravagant, but not too rundown. It was a two story, pre-furnished for him, with a two car garage, to which in one bay, went his Tiburon, and the other, his pride and joy. His Hummer stayed in the drive way, parked in front of the bay where the other car was. He unpacked all his things inside, taking up most of the daylight hours as he did so, but as the sun was setting, Vincent had already finished unpacking, and had the utilities turned on. He sat on the couch and turned on the T.V, finding that the cable man had yet to come and hook up the cable to his TV. Frustrated Vincent switched of the TV and sat for a moment, wondering what to do. He got up and headed into the kitchen, which was when he heard the sound of an import drive by. Whatever it was, it sounded fast, and he even heard the sound of the blow-off valve for the turbo system. He smiled and turned around, heading for the door. He grabbed his keys on the way out, and locked the door behind him. He walked into the garage, and gets into the Tiburon, hitting the remote for the garage door, as he fires it up. The twin-turbo V6 roars to life as he gooses the gas pedal a couple of times. When the door was up enough, he places the gear lever in first and eases out of the garage, hitting the button to shut the garage door behind him. Turning out onto the street, he heads off in the direction the other car headed in, and proceeds in that direction. It doesn't take him long, however, to find another tuner. As he pulls up to a stop light, he sees a red Integra, lowered, with a C-West style body kit, and high profile rear wing, in the lane next to him. Vincent makes eye contact with the driver of the Integra, a gray wolf, with a white tank top, and red bandana. Vincent hides a smile and restrains from laughing at how ridiculous the other driver looks. A contrast compared to the black t-shirt and blue jeans that Vincent wore.. The other driver rolls down his window and calls out,

"Hey bro. You race that thing?"

"Sometimes. Depends." He answers.

"Depends on what?" Asks the driver.

"How deep the pockets are, of who I'm racing, or if they're throwing down Pinks." He answers.

The wolf laughs and says, "You talk the talk, but can you walk the walk. Follow me, and we'll see if you got the balls to back up that talk."

And before the light even turns green, the wolf takes off with a screech of tires, swerving around cars making their way through the intersection. Vincent shakes his head and dumps the clutch, burning rubber as he follows, barely making it through the intersection, and quickly catching up as the kid in the Integra speeds down the streets, weaving in and out of traffic, with Vincent close on his bumper. A few adrenalin filled minutes later they pull into a parking garage, and Vincent continues to follow him, until they get to the top level, where there are a bunch more tuners, all lined up, with the driver's checking each other's cars out. As they pulled in the wolf revved his engine a few times and everyone turned and clapped and cheered his name. Apparently he was called ‘Push Rod'. Vince smiled at this.

"What kind of punk is this guy?" He asked himself. The wolf parked his car, and motioned for Vince to park next to him. Vince backed his car into the spot, killed the motor and got out of his car. As he got out Pushrod came up to him saying,

"Man, I aint never seen no one drive like that man. Where the hell did you get them skills of yours bro?" He asked.

Vince just shrugged. "I come from the East coast. It's a different set up there, as far as I can tell."

Pushrod laughed and said, "What's your name."

"Vincent." He replied.

"Well, Vince. Welcome to L. A. Now, you up to a race? We throw down some serious cash." He said.

Vince shrugged. "That depends. I don't know the area that well. So I'd be at a serious disadvantage. And I don't like losing." He said.

"Well how ‘bout a straight up drag race?" Asked the wolf.

Vince thought for a moment, then nodded. "Fuck it. Sure." He said.

"Great. Now, we'll start off with a 3 k buy in." Said Pushrod, at which point Vince raised his hand.

"I just got into town this morning. I don't have that kinda cash on me. However, I'll throw down my pink slip." Said Vince.

At first there was a gasp from the crowd, then people started laughing, and he heard a couple people saying "What an idiot, he's gonna lose his ride." Or something to that effect.

The wolf laughed and said, "Fine you can race against Tony. Follow us, we'll take you to where we'll do this."

Vince nodded and got into his Tiburon and started the engine, the car settled into a nice low rev, with a nice burble coming from the exhaust, making it sound more European, rather than an import. He smiled as a few people nodded at the sound of his car, and he waited as everyone filed into their cars and left. As he did so, he turned the lights on in his car, blue HID head lights with strobe directional's, as well as red neon lights underneath his car. Then he followed everyone out of the city, and onto a dark stretch of highway, perfectly straight and wide open. Everyone soon came to a stop and Vince came to a stop near Pushrod.

"Ok this is how it works. A one mile drag race, four cars. Winner takes all." He said as he got out of his car.

Vince nodded and looked at where Pushrod pointed, at where a line was being painted into the road. Vince put his car in gear and rolled his car to the line where he waited. Soon three more cars rolled up, a green Mazda RX-7, a yellow Eclipse, and a red Integra. All three started revving there motors immediately. Vince listened to their motors, just by listening he could tell that the person with the eclipse didn't have his turbo at the right boost for the engine tune. The integra was all motor, and would be left behind at the starting line. The RX-7 was what Vince was really listening too. The kid who owned it knew what he was doing. Vince smiled, this was gonna be a good race. Soon the other cars quieted down, and this was when Vince revved his motor. The response was instantaneous. Everyone went silent, for his car sounded like no other there. Its exhaust had a deep mean growl to it, almost like a V12 rather than a V6, and that sound was backed by the whistle of the super charger that was mounted on top of the motor.

"Ya buddy, we got ourselves a race goin on here." Said Pushrod as he walked out to the middle of the road. He checked to make sure everyone was lined up, then raised his arms. He waited a few seconds and dropped them.

When Pushrod raised his arms, Vince had brought his revs up to 3600 rpm, and once the arms were dropped, he dumped the clutch and smoothly applied the throttle. His two front wheels spun, but maintained enough grip to ensure maximum acceleration, and quickly the tachometer spun past 6500 rpm's, and 45mph ticked by on the speedometer, a quick lift of the throttle, a kick of the clutch and a fast gear shift, Vince's tires squealed and smoked as he slammed second, followed shortly later a third shift and more tire squealing as he slammed third. Vince glanced down at his instruments, Temp was good, Oil pressure perfect, rpm's sweeping past 5,000, speed passing 90mph. He glanced around him, he saw the eclipse and integra fighting for position behind him, and the RX-7 next to him, with the nose of Vince's car just ahead. Vince waited until he hit red line, and he slammed fourth, no tire squeal this time, but his supercharger whistled loudly and his car roared ahead, now he was passing 120mph. Another quick glance and the RX-7 was falling behind. Vince looked up ahead, he was about three quarters of the way to finish line, already. Another gear change followed, now in 5th gear, his car was reaching speeds of 160 mph, and his foot remained planted to the floor, and very quickly he blew past the finish line and he immediately lifted off the throttle, and was on the brakes, bringing his Tiburon gradually to a stop. Once he was stopped he said the RX-7 pull up next to him and they both rolled down there windows. Vince took a good look at the driver, some how, he seemed familiar. It was a male lion behind the wheel, with dark brown eyes.

"You drive good. And that whip of yours. Damn fast man. You are gonna make some bank out here." He said, then he drove off. Vince smiled and waited as the other two drivers past him, not saying anything. At this point, all the people at the starting line were now coming to a stop around Vince. Vince stepped out of his car and leaned against it as everyone came up cheering him. He watched as Pushrod elbowed through the crowd and stood infront of him. He raised his arms and everyone quieted down.

"Ya know, I thought you were gonna lose that thing for sure man. I mean, a fucking Hyundai? Please. But man, that thing is unreal. He beat Big Dan. That's something, that really is. So without further ado, I introduce you all, to Vince. He's gonna be the latest addition to our little family. Everyone, give it up for Vince here." He stated, to which everyone proceeded to clap and cheer.

To Be Continued.