<strong>Name:</strong>Devin Westlake (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=305639.msg14900450#msg14900450)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>this. Boys are easy (https://i.imgur.com/oh7gnLH.jpg). No sunglasses though, its night time.<br/><strong>Current Vehicle:</strong>The Weapon-R (https://i.imgur.com/252pjNn.jpg)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Abuses Tujunga Canyon for a while before returning to the city. Sees the red WRX, tries to help her escape the cops.<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>n/a<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Angelina Calderon (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=305639.msg14898796#msg14898796), CLOSED<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/2TJjiu1.jpg)</div>Race wars was an event. There was no stopping it, no ignoring it, no missing it. Even if he just stayed at home, he’d get phone calls, and he’d see drivers like he had tonight. That red WRX, he would wonder forever until he watched that girl race. He didn’t know any better, given the timing and the car, he mistook her for a contender, likely on her way to Rave Wars. But he didn’t know, just how little they actually had in common.<br/><br/>He thought about her and the car as he drove away, ‘I’ll see her tomorrow.’ The Weapon howled politely as it picked up speed to the pace of traffic. Devin was anxious. The vice was tight around his neck. He needed to drive now.<br/><br/>The Canyon had been called many things, the road maps had decided on Little Tujunga. For, Devin, that sound had always been another word for home. Tujunga Canyon was almost too populated for him to spread his wings, but it was still too dangerous to really attract the attention of the police. It wasn’t unheard of for people to speed on those roads. But, if they did, the canyon usually claimed them before the cops ever could.<br/><br/>Only someone with significant time behind the wheel could even find a way to speed on the poorly maintained surface of the pass. And, one required a deathwish - that could be the only real motivation for the drivers who chose to test their mettle on Tujunga<br/><br/>The Weapon-R was buzzing through the city, headed west, driving like an old man, carefully, balanced, and at the limit within the traffic lot plagued stretch of three lane highways. The music reduced to zero and his wheels bounced over that familiar bump that connected the main city roads to the backwoods shit of Tujunga pass. His lip twitched as he shifted down into third gear again.<br/><br/>The Weapon screamed as his RpMs launched up to seven thousand. Tires barked as the weight was still swinging from front to back over the bump. From forty-five to eighty in the blink of an eye. The first corner approached quickly. The clutch dropped and his right foot flipped to the side, all three pedals engaged and the car floated sideways into the corner. Another shift down, Flying in, only a careful tap on the accelerator kept him on track. It’d come from his heel.<br/><br/>His hips adjusted and his right toe floored the accelerator down, the tires wailed as his headlights flipped into existence on the road. Already at sixty four, the shift up to third again was necessary. It had been perfect, Devin shifted up to fourth and locked in. this was too familiar, too perfect, and too much fun to hold back. A pothile vanished underneath him, and swam between his tires right as the car lost traction to prepare for the next corner. His countersteer was effortless, and the balance never seemed to shift. He was a tidal wave, ploughing through corners as if they were straight lines.<br/><br/>Tujunga had uphill and downhill sections. So, a new driver might lost track of that while focusing on the depth of the corners. Devin transferred his mind set constantly. Every corner was an old friend, and he had his brake points memorized.<br/><br/>The engine wasn’t astounding, but it did scream out as he drove. It was four cylinders, but it was fine tuned, and bored out. The camshaft was a wasp nest and the light weight of the car gave him an agility like that of a go kart. He challenged other drivers that followed the road signs, sliding over the yellow lines, making his own road, and scaring people shitless in the process.<br/><br/>Eleven miles came and went in no time. Devin was almost frustrated. On a good night, he would keep driving, take Placerita Canyon and find somewhere to eat in Santa Clarita. But not on this night. He needed another eleven miles. So his brake lights flared, the tires squealed, melted hot and smoking already. The handbrake jerked and the mid range car flipped with ease. The U-turn met a burnout, and Devin was shifting back up into third at sixty within four seconds.<br/><br/>There had been no one this time, to slow him down or to make him change his lines. It was open roads for eight minutes of heaven. The Weapon sang in a flawless rhythm as the engine and the tires came in concert together. By the end, Devin was satisfied, and he was on his way home for a drink and a modest salted dinner.<br/><br/>But…<br/><br/>The helicopter was the first telling sign that something was about to be very different about tonight. It wasn’t looking for him, he could tell that as he looked up through his windshield. So, he drove on, as normal, following the protocol of the streets. He knew that when he was in the city, he was in enemy territory. Cop cars would never catch him in the hills. Here, with traffic lights and multiple squadcars, shit got sketchy fast.<br/><br/>Two minutes later, he spotted her. “Huh…?” Devin wasn’t sure what he was seeing at first. She was taking a right with a signal, everything looked normal. He couldn’t see her through the tinted windows, but her driving looked gated, held back, and contemplative. She looked unnaturally bored as she turned. To Devin’s left, he saw red and blue.<br/><br/>Flashing white and red and blue. “Oh…!” This much was obvious. It had flipped a bitch to get behind her. Devin was stopped at the red where the cop had just changed the light with his lights. It was a familiar sight. They were looking for her, and they’d found her. The moment Devin saw smoke kick out of the cops exhaust, he ignored the light. The car went into first gear, and kicked up a screech as the white MR-2 leaped in front of traffic. Horns honked and two civilian drivers found each other's bumpers. The cop was speeding up to catch the WRX, and Devin was much much faster. Everyone turned left, and Devin came through the corner sideways, tires screaming, shifting down into second gear in order to straighten out.<br/><br/>The beehive of the engine behind his head stroked up to eight thousand before he shifted. He kicked the clutch and popped his brakes. The MR2 passed the police car sideways, his flip up lights pointed right at the squad car’s driver. Whipping his back end around, The car jostled and found a new balance point. It had been a soft tailing drift at fifty miles an hour. He’d cut off the cop, slowed down, and then nearly whipped him with his right tail light. without an option, the cop hit his brakes before deciding what to do.<br/><br/>Devin straightened out and slammed on his gas. The Weapon hopped when he drove it like this, hungry to get out of the lower gears, aching for another long sweeping corner. He climbed up the ladder of traffic before he set himself behind the WRX. Three cop cars with lights were behind him now as the civilian traffic made room off to the right. He flicked his high beams one time into her mirrors. It was the universal signal for ‘speed up.’ Devin wasn’t just telling her to go faster, though. He was telling her to run - to run hard. He wondered if she recongnized his car from the front like this. An MR2 had a very unique lighting set up, and he had been sideways behind her, purposefully trying to wreck a cop.<br/><br/>It hadn’t been the plan for the night, but Devin never really remembered making the decision to do it, and it was too late now to undo it. He was in a high speed chase… in the middle of the city. This was only going to end one way for sure. Someone was going to crash. If he and the cherry red WRX were lucky, it was going to be a sequence of squad cars, twisted up in their wake.<br/>