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Tiberius: Origins teaser

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  1. TIBERIUS ORIGINS TEASER
  2. By JACE CONNORS aka PARKOURDUDE91
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  4. This is an except from my upcoming book, TIBERIUS: ORIGINS. I hope you enjoy it. The book is to be announced. Thank You. You can read my first book, Tiberius Rising, here: http://www.booksie.com/war_and_military/novel/parkourdude91/tiberius-rising/chapter/1
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  6. It was a hot summer day in downtown New York, in the Bronx where Ramirez grew up.
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  8. Jack grinned as he hopped into the front seat of the pimped-out 2005 Subaru WRX STI Type R. From the air scoop to the spoiler, the entire car was decked out in badass chrome add-on parts and red flame paint. With a custom sound system, the entire car hummed with pulsing bass from his Nickelback CD. Jack reclined in the ergonomic chair and grasped the stick shift with his hand. “Dude…” he trailed off, lost in heaven. Ramirez sat next to him. “Sick, right? They don’t call me da car-boy for nothing around this town.”
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  10. “Twisted!”, Jack replied as he turned the car on and revved the engine. It sounded like the howl of a deadly animal, louder than anything he’d heard before. He was amazed such an engine could be on such a sleek, small car. “Damn, this thing is ICY.” He spoke into the car, towards Ramirez who nodded.
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  12. “Let’s take her for a spin, yeah ese?” Ramirez said, ashing his Cuban cigar as he reclined in the passenger seat. “Wanna show you the goods before we make it final, seen?” Jack nodded and peeled out of the parking lot with a howling SCREECH!!!. In a smooth, perfect movement, the dynamic duo of street racers drifted into traffic and began heading down the busy road.
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  14. “How much you want for it?” Jack asked pensively. “For you, man, I could go with about 30 grand. We’re tight and all, ya know. Now that I bought my lowrider, I dont need this thing no more. Hell, you probably need it more than me, with yo’ crazy vigilante shit you’ve been doing.”
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  16. “Don’t talk about that, man. Never know who might be listening.” Ramirez backpedaled and tried to explain, raising his voice a little over the music. “Cool your jets, ese! Already checked it for bugs.”
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  18. Jack said as he sped up and pulled up at the red light. He looked over to Ramirez, who was about to respond, but instead Jack locked eyes with someone very suspicious in the red light across from him. Ramirez noticed his intense glare and looked over to find out what Jack was staring at so intensely.
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  20. It was a Muslim. Clad in traditional Arabic garb, the man drove a rusted red Toyota pickup that was blasting Islamic Nasheeds. The Arab lowered his sunglasses and took a puff from his pipe as he examined Jack’s new whip.
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  22. The man revved his engine. “Race?” Jack heard the heavily-accented man say in broken English. Jack merely smiled and revved his engine in response as he adjusted his customized sunglasses. Ramirez leaned back in the seat and rolled up the window. “Yo… you sure you know what you’re doing, holmes?” he said. “We’re about to find out”, Jack replied, as the light turned green and he took off from 0 to 80 in seconds flat.
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  24. Ramirez was nearly whipped back out of his seat from the force of the engine. Even a Latino Street Racer such as him had never put pedal to the medal that fast before and the dynamic duo was truly in a rusty situation if there ever was one ok he said. “Hey, you’re gonna get me fuckin’ arrested!”
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  26. “Cops won’t be able to keep up”, Jack smirked to himself. He expertly handled the wheel as the car flew between passing cars like a magestic eagle. The red truck was close, but Jack was overtaking it. What the truck had in power and top speed, Ramirez’s Subaru had in maneuverability and acceleration. Before long, this race would be over.
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  28. Or at least that’s what he thought, before a bullet impacted his windshield and it shattered all over him. “Infidel!” he heard the man scream over his Nickelback CD. Without even pausing for a beat, Ramirez responded with gunfire of his own as he drew his engraved Colt Single Action Army revolver and began firing away at his target. “Shit, it’s a fuckin’ assassin Loco!” he desperately cried in alarm. “How many of these fuckers you piss off?”
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  30. “Not enough” Jack replied. “Let’s catch him and interrogate him for Intel.” he said as he activated the Nitrous on his car engine. Up ahead there was a train crossing. The red truck had already reached top speed and was flying past them as Ramirez desperately tried to return fire. Even Ramirez’s subaru was not fast enough. This car was clearly designed and paid for by an expert.
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  32. The Nasheed blared as a bullet grazed Ramirez’s arm and he recoiled in pain, dropping his gun. “AAAH! Fuck!!” the huge muscled man yelled in pain and frustration as the car raced away. With an expertly-timed drift manuever, the Red truck did a 180-move then began going backwards at full speed. The driver and passenger, both Muslims, then grabbed their auto-pistols and began rapidly firing out of the front windshield… straight at Jack’s car.
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  34. “FUCK! GET DOWN!” He screamed as he swerved in an attempt to avoid their fire, ducking below the wheel to protect himself. Ramirez’s custom leather seats were shredded in a hail of bullets, and the next thing they knew, the gunfire had stopped and they’d heard a train pass. Jack looked up and screeched on the breaks to a halt just in time to avoid the oncoming train. It was blocking their path now. Both the two Street Racers got out of their car as they heard the Nasheed song from the terrorists’s radio getting more distant. Ramirez limped out of the car, clutching his arm as he looked to Jack. “What the fuck was that, bro? Where are they going?”
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  36. The train finally passed to reveal a very distrinctive building on the horizon. Jack merely adjusted his sunglasses. The Red Truck was street racing right towards what would soon be known as the Ground Zero Mosque.
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  38. TO BE CONTINUED..........
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