Post by fierano on Dec 27, 2006 10:01:11 GMT -5
San Adrian, California
2300 hrs
The cool breezes from the desert had already started wafting over this affluent West Coast metropolis, swirling and mixing with those from the sea. It was technically winter in these United States, and although snow was a very scarce event this close to the tropics, Mother Nature still managed to bless Santa Juanita with a nice chill. Such a chill comforted the luxurious (makes and) models that frequented the affluent Plaza Vicente and neighboring glitz districts.
But elsewhere in the city, far from the glamor, the streets were already beginning to heat up, well in advance of the morning sun. The only lights in this district that weren't coming from the cars that had come out to race were the lonely old incandescents of the streetlights and industrial buildings whose sole purpose was to illuminate one's usually speedy way through this rather nasty part of town.
One of the first cars on the scene tonight was a BMW M3 GTR, white with blue shark's-fin vinyls, and this one had a grin on his fascia. He was here for a reason, and such could be found if one tuned into the oft curious and concerned conversations that could be heard among the other gathering cars.
It seemed that San Adrian was now up for grabs in the world of street racing, and it was every crew (in the case of Carl, rogue car) for themselves. Of course, Carl Magnus didn't think he'd need much of a crew to dominate, apart from a supplier of mods and maintenance and a safehouse or two...
2300 hrs
The cool breezes from the desert had already started wafting over this affluent West Coast metropolis, swirling and mixing with those from the sea. It was technically winter in these United States, and although snow was a very scarce event this close to the tropics, Mother Nature still managed to bless Santa Juanita with a nice chill. Such a chill comforted the luxurious (makes and) models that frequented the affluent Plaza Vicente and neighboring glitz districts.
But elsewhere in the city, far from the glamor, the streets were already beginning to heat up, well in advance of the morning sun. The only lights in this district that weren't coming from the cars that had come out to race were the lonely old incandescents of the streetlights and industrial buildings whose sole purpose was to illuminate one's usually speedy way through this rather nasty part of town.
One of the first cars on the scene tonight was a BMW M3 GTR, white with blue shark's-fin vinyls, and this one had a grin on his fascia. He was here for a reason, and such could be found if one tuned into the oft curious and concerned conversations that could be heard among the other gathering cars.
It seemed that San Adrian was now up for grabs in the world of street racing, and it was every crew (in the case of Carl, rogue car) for themselves. Of course, Carl Magnus didn't think he'd need much of a crew to dominate, apart from a supplier of mods and maintenance and a safehouse or two...