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I woke with haste the next morning. By "early", Joe had met 4AM. Normally I hated waking up before ten AM, but today was different. It was like a dream. The Dream Match Invitationals. So exclusive, coveted by anyone who owned a 69 GTO, 92 Supra, 90 Camaro, 87 Firebird or '13 S331. Joe had received his first invite at 16 when Toyota recommended him for the Supra Vs Audi 850 horsepower All Wheel Drive Runoff. It was his first ever race, but he drove flawlessly and it ended up putting him on the Class S World Tour. I hoped we'd have similar luck.

Shelby was curled against my stomach with her ears limp against her head and her tail wound tightly around mine. I smiled at my mate's affection and licked her head to wake her. She woke with a soft yawn, smiling when she saw me.

"Morning my boy", she said returning my lick.

"Good Morning to you too", I replied through my purr.

"Why so early though?", she asked.

"Joe said to be at the airport by 4:30", I replied sliding out of bed, "DJ's probably waking everyone else up now."

"I was never an early riser", Shelby said yawning and stretching out.

"Me neither", I said, "has to do with us changing species I'm sure. I read in biology class once that mutants have less energy than everyone else."

"Well I wouldn't go so far as to say were mutated", Shelby said.

"Neither would I", Tess said appearing in the doorway.

"There's this great new thing called knocking", Shelby said sarcasticly, "maybe you should try it someday."

"Very funny", Tess said rolling her eyes a bit, "you got DJ waking everyone up Seth?"

"Nope", I said, "I was unaware of her activities, but I was very sure she was, that girl is simply incapable of sitting still."

"I agree", Tristan said appearing beside my sister, "she's like a Humming Bird on a sugar high."

"You know she'd murder us if she caught us talking 'bout her behind her back right?", I asked laughing and pulling a shirt on.

Josh laughed, "your probably right, hey Joe called, he said he's got breakfast on his plane, so don't bother stopping."

"Okay", I replied, "is my Dad up yet?"

"Yeah", Tess said, "he's putting all our stuff in the Ford."

"Let's get going then", I said.

I grabbed my backpack and exited the hotel room. We walked down the flights of stairs and out into the parking lot. Jack and Frank were loading there stuff into the Falcon and Dad and DJ were doing some quick maintenance on the Ford. I tossed my backpack full of clothes into the Ford and climbed in as DJ shut the hood and mounted her pickup.

"Did Joe say what airport?", Dad asked starting the truck.

"Spokane international", I replied, "about a half an hour from here. He said he had breakfast on the plane, so don't bother stopping."

Dad nodded and turned out of the parking lot and getting onto the freeway. I pulled out my Vita and started a game of Forza Motorsports 3. I was racing my Koeniesegg CCGT on the 128KM of Nurburgring Nordchilife. My competition, mostly LeMan's Prototypes, brought stiff lap times and good acceleration, but with a slower top speed than my Swedish Hypercar. The race started and my CCGT rolled to the starting line, reved it's engine, then took off as the game handed control over to me. The engine screaming like Raptor as it hurled my car down the track.

"What you playing Seth?", Shelby asked.

"Forza 3", I replied, "racing an endurance race with a CCGT."

"My Dad's car?", Shelby asked.

"Yup", I smiled.

"I hope I get that when I get older", Shelby said, "it's fun to ride in."

"I've driven one", I replied downshifting through a corner, "it was one of those cars that's down to kill you."

My mate laughed, "Dad drives it like a maniac."

"Like Jack drives the Falcon", Josh stated, "he brakes it a lot."

"Well how's he gonna stop it?", Tess said laughing.

I laughed, "funny."

"I'll be here all week", Tess replied bowing her head.

We laughed as Dad turned into Spokane international. The parking lot was relatively empty, only a few cars with people sleeping inside of them. Ross was standing next to his Bugatti Veyron and flashed his lights at us. Dad pulled in front of it and stepped out, through the open door, I could hear them talking.

"I take your Morgan Rossi?", Dad asked.

"That would be me", Ross stated, "Joe's getting the plane ready, follow me."

Ross hopped into his Veyron and drove through the parking garage tunnel and out to a private runway. A big Boeing C-270 was sitting on the runway and looked to be a custom job. It was painted a light blue with a white globe on the tail wings and had a large, "Toyota", written on the side. Joe was working on restraining his chameleon blue 92 Supra and three other cars, a Chevy Cobalt SS, a Ferrari 458 Italia and a Molser MT900S. He stopped his work and looked up at us as we drove up.

"Got everything?", he asked, "if you leave a car behind, I'm not coming back for it."

"We got everything", I replied.

"Ross and I will take care of your cars", Joe said, "there's breakfast in the plane."

We entered the jet as Joe began tying down our cars. The jet was like a mini mansion, and that was putting it very lightly. The inside was painted in tan and there was a couch right across form us. A large flat screen that was flashing a Toyota logo hung in the corner and there were several large, soft looking seats against the walls that were arranged facing each other and had tables in between them. There was also a thick tan carpet covering the floor and six small lights strung across the ceiling. The way they lit the plane made me feel like I was in a museum at night. Joe had it good.

"This is he coolest thing ever", Tess said, "how does a 17 year old boy get all this crap?"

"He represents Toyota in the Dream Matches", Ross said walking in, "we both do."

"Must be nice", Tess replied, "up until a few weeks ago, I was sleeping in ditches and on playground equipment."

"That sucks", Ross said, "my parents had some hard times and we ended up on the streets, then I got into World Cup racing, now there retired."

Ross showed us a table that was brimming with hot, steaming pancakes, waffles, egg sandwich and breakfast pizza. I grabbed two egg sandwiches and a slice of pizza before sitting down on the sofa and beginning to eat.

"Hey!", Joe said walking in, "keep the tails off my soFA: I play Xbox on that, I don't need dead scales."

"Scales don't die idiot", I said laughing, "at least not on dragons."

"Yeah yeah", Joe said closing the door, "stuff your muzzle and shut up. Also, dragons you can take your cloakers off in here."

Tess, Shelby, Tristan and I let our cloakers die.

"I hate wearing that thing and hiding who I am", Tristan said.

"Not everyone is as...accepting as I am", Joe said, "if you came out in the open you'd have the CDC braking down your doors and hauling off everyone you'd been in contact with."

"And we'd have a war on our hands", Ross stated.

"Yup", Joe said grabbing a slice of pizza and sitting down.

"This jet is awesome brother", I said.

"Thanks", Joe smiled, "courtesy of Toyota."

"We still should have taken Chevy's offer", Ross stated.

"Chevy didn't offer us a jet, free parts AND an amount of spending money per month", Joe stated, "Toyota beat it all the way around."

"But Chevy offered to build us custom Camaro's or Corvettes", Ross stated, "free."

"But no jet", Joe stated, "Chevy will come around again, and then we'll take it."

Ross sighed, I could tell he knew his argument was pointless.

"The fly will be about 24 hours", Joe stated, "I got beds for everyone."

"Thanks Joe", I said, "some of us can share."

Joe shook his head, "not on my jet Seth."

"You do realize that were mates right?", Shelby said leaning up against me.

"I couldn't care less", Joe said, "no one is sleeping with anyone on this plane."

Shelby made her eyes big, "please?"

Joe looked at her, "anyone else on this jet whose mated?"

Tess and Tristan raised there paws.

Dad and Frank kept exchanging glances until Frank spoke up.

"Remember when I said that putting Seth and Shelby and the same room was a bad idea?", Frank said.

Dad laughed, "yes, and I see now you were right."

Shelby looked at her father, "sorry Dad, but the dragons got what they wanted."

Frank shook his head, then smiled, "yes I guess they did. Know that if you get pregnant."

"Yeah yeah Dad", Shelby said, "you give me that talk every single year."

"Looks like I needed to as well", Frank said, "yesh last year I wondered when you'd get a boyfriend."

This conversation was making me too uncomfortable.

"So Joe", I said, "you said you play Xbox?"

"Call Of Duty: Ghosts, Forza Motorsports 4, Borderlands 2, Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel, Dead Island, Fallout New Vegas", Joe said, "take your pick."

"You got Forza 4?", I asked jumping forward.

"On like level 74 and got all the add-ons", Joe said.

"Lemme race you!", I shouted.

Joe grabbed a blue Afterglow controller from his Xbox table and handed me a green one. He signed in as OpulentGiant545 and I signed in on Ross's settings, VeyronDriver428. Joe started the game. I was impressed just by the title screen. A big 4 with a Ferrari 458 Italia inside of it went against a grey and white globe in the signature Forza font. Joe clicked start and it went to the menu screen. Picture of a intake manifold overshadowed the Play Career section while a BMW over the Community, a Porsche over Free Play and a another car I wasn't familiar with over Multiplayer.

Joe selected Multiplayer split screen.

"What track you wanna do?", he asked

"Seabring", I stated.

"How many laps?"

"Endurance", I said, "40."

Joe set up the game for 40 laps of Seabring International Raceway, with automatic transmissions, all assists on open class and simulated damages. He selected his car, a front wheel drive Chevy Cobalt SS Turbocharged.

"Hey front wheel drive cars suck", I said selecting Ross's Toyota Supra 92, which was all wheel drive.

"Most of them", Joe said, "this one however, is a good one."

"Not as good as this Supra",I replied.

"Remains to be seen", Ross said, "Joe found that Cobalt a few weeks ago and we haven't raced with it yet. He did drive it around LeMan's in only 4:01, so yeah."

"I couldn't drive my Supra in 3 around LeMan's in that time", I said, "and it's all wheel drive, no way he drove a front wheel faster."

"Well I did", Joe said, "and your about to lose to it."

The race started. Another thing I was already impressed by with Forza 4 was that they gave you cockpit view in multiplayer. Even online with my Vita in three I didn't get that. The race started and both our car's burned out before taking off. Ross's Supra was definitely faster off the line than Joe's Cobalt, but it was gaining fast, not bad for FWD.

The first turn approached. I began to brake and downshift to get around the wide arc turn, but Joe didn't. In fact, he shifted into third and went around the corner like it was nothing, passing me. There was now a short straight away. Joe's Cobalt put up a heck of a fight as we both flew down the stretch of tarmac and to the second turn. Joe shifted down into second gear and went through the turn door to door with my Supra. The two cars accelerated from the corner. I began to inch past Joe through a wider turn and overtook him on the next straight, but he quickly caught me in the next corner. I'd never seen such a fast fronter before.

"Wow that things fast", I said as we went, door to door, through the corner.

"It has a V8 Chevy Camaro '02 in it", Joe said, "makes 8 or 900 horsepower."

"For a front wheel drive that's insane", I stated.

"It's a lot of fun to drive", I said, "I have one at my home track that I plan to swap the same engine into."

"In real life that will be dangerous as a bullet to the brain", Josh said, "I know my drivetrains, it's my job over at Draco. Unless your using Centrifugal Front Wheel Drive, braking could tip the car frontwards."

"I've got a custom wing on the back", Joe said, "around 540 pounds of down force I think they said it makes."

"Even so you should still use Centrifugal Front Wheel Drive", Josh said, "it's safer."

"I don't want safe", Joe said passing me in the fifth turn, "I want a car that's down to kill me. And 867 horses and 900 foot pounds of torque to the front wheels is that car."

"People who have front wheel drive cars don't go out and race them", Josh said, "it's not a racing drivetrain."

"I do", Joe said, "normally I hate on them, but the G-Force when you do that makes you wanna throw up, nothing like cursing down the street at 170 miles an hour and not being able to breathe because gravity is trying to suck you out the back of the car."

"Sounds fun", I said as we completed the first lap.

The race wound on for over an hour. Joe won out in the end when I smashed Ross's Supra into a wall and obliterated the engine and front differential on lap 24. Joe always slowed down and laughed when he would pass the smashed Supra. It took all of ten laps for me to gentle the hurt car back to the press box and by then Joe was so far ahead that I wouldn't have had a chance of wining if I was driving a Penegre GT-ONE that could turn at 510.

After the race, we watched a few movies and then had lunch. Joe made pizza and deep fried some chicken nuggets and we ate while watching Tremors 3: Back To Perfection. The day wound on with a Class S Mugello tour on Forza 4. Tess had a parted up '69 Chevy Impala, Tristan had a RWD Skyline GTR, Ross had a Mosler MT900S, Josh a Lamborghini Reventon, DJ a Pontiac GTO Judge, Jack had a Toyota 2000GT and Joe was driving a Koeniesegg CCX. Tess lost the first race, smashing her Impala so badly she couldn't drive it. Tristan lost to Jack and his Toyota and so on.

Morning turned to afternoon, afternoon turned to evening and evening tonight as Joe's C-270 ferried us cross country. It was a comfortable fly. Dad said while he strongly disliked flying since he was a 9/11 survivor, he said that he loved this kind. I didn't mind it either. I'd rather feel the wind in my wings when I flew, but this wasn't half bad. We had Bacon Burgers and Home style Mac&Cheese for dinner while we watched Hotel Transylvania. After that we all showered and then hit the beds. It was still six or so hours to California and about seven to Sunset Peninsula, so at least we'd be able to catch up on our sleep.

"Who'd have thought a private jet could be so cool?", Shelby asked laying beside me.

"No kidding", I replied, "still can't believe I wrecked that Supra."

"I know what would make you feel better", Shelby said.

"And what would that be?", I asked as she lay ontop of me.

"I don't know", she said, "try and figure it out."

I smiled and began to purr contently as I let instinct take over.