Carfag - The Sprint (unfinished)

>You were ordered to go to a Vietnamese restaraunt in Downtown L.A
>To see some woman with an offer
>You sit down at a table, and she looks you straight in the eye
>"Now I've got a deal for you, Anonymous."
>It's a woman with long flowing pastel-colored hair, a black blazer, and a white blouse
>"I'm sorry to say, but all of your friends have been kidnapped by an illegal contraband group."
>What the fuck
>You just saw all of them yesterday
"Where the hell are they?"
>She notices your heightening frustration
>"They've been placed in 8 different cities along a street route going from here, Los Angeles, to Boston."
"So I just drive across the damn to get each individual one?"
>"It's not that simple. You'll take a car of your choice, and you will face against numerous rivals along the country. They'll try to run you off the road and kill you and any of your friends you've picked up so far."
>You run your fingers through your hair, sit back in the chair, and sigh
>"Now do we have a deal?"
>You've got to get them back
>"I'll do it."
>She smiles
>"Now follow me."
>She promptly stands up
>She leads you into the back kitchen, as you bump into two waiters
>Fucking clumsy
>She stops at a dumbwaiter
>The woman slips something in the bag, then puts a bag into the dumbwaiter and sends it down
>About a minute later, it comes back up with a small GPS-looking thing
>"Here. This is your navigation for this trip."
>You take it
>"I'll be in touch with you throughout this entire trip. Now, I'll be seeing you."
>She walks out
>It's 11:30
>Go to sleep

>You wake up the next morning, and you're taken to a garage
>"Pick one."
>Your options are:
>Nissan R33 Skyline GTR
>Porsche 911 Turbo
>Shelby Mustang GT500KR (2007)
>BMW M3 Sport Edition
>'71 Plymouth Hemi 'Cuda
>R33 and M3 are okay
>'Cuda is badass, but it can't do hairpin turns
>Mustang is a thought
>Porsche handles excellent, but goes really fucking fast
>"The cars will get more high-end as you drive."
>Hemi 'Cuda wins by default
>You hop into the Plymouth, turning the key on the 454 Hemi under the hood
>The tablet is mounted on a stand on the dash
>Hemi 'Cuda rumbles away
>Cue https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SgPESWOkTvU
>First stop is a desert highway leading out of San Fran
>You put the car into third gear just as another car follows you
>A bright red and yellow 1969 Mustang Boss 429
>It catches up to you, then passes you
>Sunset Shimmer
>She's your first rival
>Slam the shifter into fourth speed
>Damn overdrive
>Sunset pulls over, her engine's smoking
>"Alright, alright, you beat me."
"No kidding."
>"Now could you just gimme a lift to a gas station around the bend here?"
"Sure, why the hell not."
>She sits herself in the car
>You reach a gas station
>"Here, thanks for the ride."
>20
"No problem."
>She runs back behind the station
>Might as well top off the tank
>A red 1969 GTO pulls out from the opposite side Sunset went in
>When the fuck was a gas station a car dealership
>You finish pumping the gas and head down the highway
>Then you reach Las Vegas
>There's a massive fucking roadblock
>"STOP YOUR VEHICLE!"
"Pff, no."
>You slam the hammer down
>125+
>You completely miss the cars
>Actually you went over them
>Sawhorses made a ramp
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>Then you go inside some casino the tablet orders you to go to
>To a back room
>Inside was the first hostage
>Twilight
>She was tied up in a chair with cloth wrapped around her face
>She can't see you, but hears shit happening and gets scared
>You take off the cloth from her and untie the ropes with a Swiss Army knife
>"Oh my god, thank you so much, Anon."
"Yeah. So, what's the story on all this?"
>"I can tell you in the car, if that'll make things faster."
"Okay, if you say so."
>Walk outside
>'Cuda is gone
"Son of a bitch."
>"Your car was here?"
"Yeah."
>"Here, let's go to a gas station."
>You both walk carefully down Las Vegas Boulevard when she takes you to a gas station
>"Can I help you two?"
>"We need a ride."
>"Out back, down the stairwell."
>"Thank you."
"What was that about?"
>"Don't you know? All gas stations are underground car dealerships."
>Just like you said
>She leads you down a flight of stairs, opening up to a large warehouse
>Four cars sit in front of you
>2014 Chevy Corvette Stingray
>2008 Roush P-51R Mustang
>2013 Camaro SS
>2012 Challenger SRT
>"Which one are we taking?"
"I guess...the Roush, for once."
>A guy gives you a key ring for the Mustang
>For free
>You both jump into the Mustang and head down the main street
>For 2008, it almost is like 1968
>Then on the road out, a car stands in your way
>A 1963 Corvette
>Blue with a moderately sized yellow lightning bolt on it
>Fucking Brad
>He does a 360 in front of you, then speeds away
>You give chase
>Automatic transmission
>Just put the accelerator down
>125 MPH going on a 55 MPH road
>Flash's Corvette can't keep up
>You pull over to recieve your prize
>He steps out, slams the door
>"You beat me."
>He does the thing where he throws his arms up then hits his sides with them
"I know."
>"You want me to drive Twilight home?"
"Take her to the doctor first, she's got bad rope burn."
>"Where the hell did she get that from?"
"Don't ask me."
>Twilight reluctantly gets into Flash's Corvette, which peels away to Cleveland
>Next target in sight is Phoenix, Arizona
>The Roush doesn't handle terrible at all
>Turn on the aftermarket Kenwood stereo
>Some 80s-rock throwback station
>You keep it, pretty fitting
>Then the emergency alert system comes on
>"This is an emergency for the cities of: Phoenix, Austin, Texarkana, Atlanta, Philadelphia, Boston."
>Doesn't say why
>Tells the entire fucking route
>Goes back to red hot lava licks
>You're now on the border of Nevada
>Into Arizona
>You reach Phoenix
>Outside temperature reads 96°
>It's fucking March
>Surprising to know that your tires haven't melted yet
>You drive into the city, which is actually cooler than the rest of the surrounding territory
>It orders you to completely pass the city, no problem with that
>Driving to Austin now
>Then a CD pops on
>Starts playing the Riders on the Storm mix from Underground 2
>The suspension shifts every now and then, running over whatever the hell sits on the roadside here
>"Welcome to Austin, Texas"
>There's a battalion of Crown Vics waiting for you
>Slam the brake, power slide to the left
>Police give chase
>Sirens everywhere
>One pulls in front of you, boxing you in
>Fuck
>Then something happens
>Helicopter falls out of the sky
>Crashes into the house 2 blocks away
>They lose focus, you plow through the feeble roadblock
>Damage
>You speed away to the inner parts of Austin
>Easy to pass everything, just shitty Toyotas and Hondas
>Then comes a whammy
>Another helicopter comes crashing down
>Where the fuck are these coming from
>You swerve out of the way
>Then everything goes deathly quiet
>Your GPS tells you to turn to an abandoned aftermarket parts manufacturing facility
>Pull in
>Inside the back room
>The door creaks open
>Inside was quite something
>Rarity was there, propped up in the back corner
>Her shirt was torn in some places, her skirt too
>Her hair was a mess, she had a small scar under her eye, but that was there before
"Rarity?"
>She raises her head slowly
>"Anon? Is that you, darling?"
"Yeah, Yeah it is."
>She grabs the table near her, getting her bearings
>"Oh! My shirt is torn to shreds!"
"Ain't the only thing that's happened today."
>"Do you have a car I could ride along in? My house is in Atlanta."
>Atlanta
>She's held hostage in Texas
>She moves, then jerks back with a squeak
>Her panties are chained to the pipe behind her
>ohgodileld.jpg
>"I'll be...I'll be a minute."
>She eventually comes over
"Alright, get in."
>She jumps an inch off the ground in glee, just as her heel snaps
>"Oh, damn!"
>She kicks up a mighty wind with the torn sails
>Rarity slouches into the seat next to you
>You look back, pretending you're going in reverse
>Something is hanging from a hook in the room
>She's in the car with you
>She's commandant
>You disregard that fact for later
>The Roush starts just as a loud creak is heard
>The roof is fucking caving in
>"Oh my word!"
>Big damn pipe falls behind you
>Rarity faints
>You get the hell out of Dodge
>The whole damn thing falls
>You sneak out of Austin, and on the way to Texarkana
>Rarity recovers from her previous unconciousness
>"Where are we now?"
"Texarkana."
>"Where is that?"
"Between Texas, and Arkansas."
>"I see."
>She tosses something in the back, can't see what
>Backseat
>You make it to a gas station to refill real quick, then you suddenly have an urge to switch cars
>This time a 1970 Mustang Mach 1 in Grabber Orange
>Slightly louder Mustang
>Rarity scrambled to get something out of the backseat
>Guy behind you taps you
>"What the hell happened to her?"
"Hey man, you wouldn't want to know."
>"Only reason I'm saying is because she's grabbing a pair of underwear out of the backseat of a Roush."
>"Are you ready to go, Anon?"
"Yeah. Oop, you dropped something."
>"Where?"
>She bent over
>Guy behind you requests the highest of fives
"Let's go."
>You pull the orange 427CJ out onto the empty highway
>Strange, I-64 is never empty
>Now if I-95 is empty, there's a problem
>Your pony car rumbles all the way through Texarkana, no problem
>Next stop was Atlanta
>"Oh, uhm, Anon?"
"Hm?"
>"My...My stop is up here."
"Oh, okay."
>You drop something, then you notice Rarity leans behind you
"What was that?"
>"Nothing."
>She her sapphire eyes dart left, then right
>"Here it is, I'll be...seeing you!"
"Okay...Bye...!"
>She reaches the front of her stoop, then waves and dashes inside
>You reach out from under you
>It's her ripped up panties and a card with her phone number
>Oh boy
>You thunder away to the next stop: Philadelphia
>Over the span of 6 hours, you reach Philly
>GPS orders you to a cheesesteak joint
>Cheesy (huahuehuehahahehue)
>You walk into the back room, then cautiously to the meat freezer
>It opens to find Pinkie propped up against a metal rack with assorted cuts
>She's got her hair down, it slinks down her shoulders
>Her lips are blue
>You carry her out as fast as possible
>Find a space heater in the back
>Hook it up, lay Pinkie down near it
>She wakes up, her hair explodes into a bouncy mess
>Pinkie bursts into conversation, talking about a million different things at once
>Then she rockets up, and jumps around the restaraunt
>"I'm so excited! I wasn't earlier, but I am now!"
"Why?"
>"I don't know, something crazy happened, then I don't remember, then it was really cold, then here I am!"
"You want me to take you somewhere?"
>"Like a date~?"
>Red tints
"N-No, just to drop off, like home or somewhere."
>"Oh, well then no."
"Or just a ride along?"
>Her eyes gleam with moons
>"Really?!"
"If you want to."
>"Why wouldn't I?"
>You walk outside, Pinkie skipping behind you
>She jumps through the window
>You sit and drive now
>The Mustang sits low
>You peel out of Philly, surprisingly with no police in tow
>Next stop was the last stop, Bahston
>You jumped on I-95
>It was empty
>Oh shit
>"Where is everybody?"
>Suddenly a battalion of Nissans, Chevrolets, Hondas, Dodges, and Toyotas race around you
>"Oh."
>Then a nice '59 Jaguar passes by, pretty nice
>Suddenly a sight makes your blood run cold
>A 427 Cobra and a '77 Pontiac LeMans run up behind you
>"Who's that?"
"I don't know...Let's get out of here before they get us."
>You press the accelerator down farther
>Farther
>Floor
>The Cobra's driver is a woman with fiery hair
>The LeMans' driver is a guy with slicked back dark blue hair
>"Who are they? They seem nice!"
>Going Mach 1 in a Mach 1
>Then they pull away, presumably they were the next rival
>The sign welcoming you to Plymouth, Massachusetts is in front of you
>The car breaks down
>Fucking just stops running
"Damnit."
>Then you remember about the gas stations
>You take Pinkie to the nearest station and they present you with four final options before the race is over
>A Lamborghini Sesto Elemento
>A LaFerrari
>An Aston-Martin One-77
>A McLaren F1 LM
>You choose the Sesto Elemento
>The speeds like lightning down the small interstate roads
>For funzies you turn off traction control
>Fuckin' thing spins 1080°
>"Oh my gosh! That was so fun!"
>Pinkie rambles on about that for the next half-hour
>Then you reach Boston
>You get a call
>"Could I speak to Anon Y. Mous, please?"
"This is he."
>"Your final task has been sent to you via e-mail."
>Dial tone
>You hang up, then check your phone's e-mail
>One message from an unidentified address
>"To Mr. Anon Y. Mous,
Your final task sits at the highest point of the city. Your last three friends have been hidden within the John Hancock Tower. We should also mention that it is rigged with explosives. The time is ticking, Mr. Mous."
>Fuck
>Throw open the scissor doors
>Jump back in the Lambo
>Reach the street
>Burn out
>Fuck
>Forgot to turn traction control back on
>Rollin' around at the speed of sound
>You get inside the building after parking quite easily
>Get in the damn elevator
>Pinkie runs up the stairs
>There's 66 fucking floors
>You have to check each one
>First floor, nothing
>The first ten and twenty floors yield nothing
>Floor 33 has all the bombs on it
>And something on a small endtable
>It's a briefcase
>Look around carefully, then open it
>$25 million in hundreds
>Close it for later
>Run back to the elevator
>Floor 42 has a prize
>It's Applejack
>She slouched against the wall, her hat covering her face
>You wake her up gently to avoid a leather boot to the dick
>"Ain't this somethin'?"
"You're telling me."
>She wipes her face, now revealing a dark shade under her right eye and a bruise on her forearm
"What happened?"
>"Those fellers who took Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash knew I wasn't givin' up without a fight, so I done gave 'em one."
>You look at a pile of five suited bodies laying on the bottom of the stairwell
>"Where's everybody else?"
"Pinkie's running up the stairs, Twilight's in Cleveland with Flash, and Rarity's at home in Philadelphia."
>"I see. I'll get goin' now."
"You should. There's bombs rigged to blow."
>"What?!"
"Just go!"
>You dash towards the elevator
>Floor 55 has Fluttershy
>She is curled up in the fetal position in the back corner of the office room
"Fluttershy?"
>You hear a quiet whimper coming from a seperate office
>She's there, holding a rabbit of some sort
>"Yes...?"
"I'm here to get you out of this place."
>"But...there's bad people out there..."
"Applejack knocked them unconcious."
>"Is it safe?"
"Well...Yes, but no. This building mght blow up."
>She spares no time sprinting down the stairs
>Okay then
>You go up to Floor 66
>There's nobody there
>Where the fuck is Rainbow Dash
>You hear a thump coming from the ceiling
>She's on the fucking roof
>You dart to the left, finding a staircase and an iron door
>It opens slowly, doesn't creak
>You see Rainbow Dash
>But she's chained to the lightning rod of the building
>And the guys from earlier are unzipping their dicks, praying to get some
>Dash, whose hands were chained to the rod, ends up kicking them in the chin, knocking them all unconcious except for one
>He walks over and smacks her across the face
>She spits on him
>He forces her to bend over just before you rush in
>hereicometosavetheday.mp3
>She's snickering just as you unleash the fury of a thousand Jackie Chans
>He's knocked unconcious
>You cut Dash off of the chains just when a helicopter lands on a nearby helipad
>"Anon, you've won."
>Sweet victory
>"But there's a catch."
"What now?"
>"You do indeed know this building is rigged to explode, correct?"
>Ohfuck
>"Get out of here alive."
>Helicopter takes off
>"Well come on then!"
>Dash hurries you down the stairs
>Floor 33
"Wait!"
>Grab the case of money
>"What is so important in that briefcase?"
>You look at her wildly
"25. Million. Dollars."
>She shrugs, then continues to speed down the stairs
>Wait
>Where's Pinkie
>sighofrelief.jpg
>She's outside
>Pinkie jumps into the with you
>Dash looks at you with a smirk, then chirps the alarm on her '85 Lamborghini Countach
>She jumps into her car, she rubs her wrists for a second, then speeds away
>"Why did we have to leave? I was just having fun!"
"Bombs."
>morshu.gif
>You rev the Lambo's engine and speed off into New England
>Your next adventure begins here