by King Coopa J
“Shit,” Bobby had the door halfway open and shut it back down and hid.
They watched a man enter. He hurried over to the pad. He entered the code and it didn’t light up. He entered it again looking confused. Nothing. “Ah fuck it,” they heard him say angrily. “I got to go.” He ran into the men’s restroom.
Twenty pulled out the nine and hurried over to the restroom door. When he got there and was about to open it. He heard the man and froze up.
“Ah, that’s better. Dropping the kids off at the pool, honey.”
Twenty smelt an atrocious smell. He backed away. “He’s shittin’. Hurry up and get the door.”
They got in the Mustangs and the keys work without a problem. Twenty burnt out and so did Bobby. Successfully completing the second lift.
Lifted
Dodge Viper
Pauladrove Jeff over to the Dodge dealership in her Lexus IS-F. She was silent for most of the ride. She had a lot on her mind and Twenty was one of them. She successfully completed her first lift. That was something she was proud of. She was one step closer to getting her daughter back. As she drove she began to think about her daughter more and more. She was only ten years old. Paula thought about things that happened to little girls that age that got kidnapped. Janet was innocent and the thought brought tears to her eyes.
Jeff noticed Paula getting emotional from the passenger seat. He knew exactly what was bothering her. He finally broke the silence. “Honey, please don’t cry. You have to be strong. We’re going to get her back, I promise.” He put his hand on her shoulder to comfort her.
Paula pulled into a plaza down the street from the dealer. “How do you know for sure Jeff? Those men could be doing anything to her. She’s only ten.” Paula couldn’t help the tears streaming down her face.
Paula was right. Janet was lonely ten and they could easily be taking advantage of her. He couldn’t allow Paula to think like that. “You can’t think like that. This Mexican they call El’ Nino wants the cars. We’re doing well so far. We have to keep that up in order to get her back. Twenty, Tech, Bobby, me and I know you most of all you, won’t let her down. Three more days and that’s it. We’ll have our little girl back.”
“Ok,” Paula whispered.
Jeff massaged her then kissed her on the cheek. “Ok,” he whispered before he got out of the car. He had a Dodge Viper that was calling his name to be lifted. Jeff hurried over to the dealership. Two Dodge Vipers were parked directly in front of the entrance to the building displaying the new vehicles for sale. He entered the dealership casually. He scanned the room for the perfect sales person to take on the test drive. You, he thought while noticing a pretty young lady at her desk. He walked over. “Excuse me, ma’am. I’m trying to see what I have to do to purchase one of those new Vipers?” he wasn’t worried about the cameras in the building. He had his hat low and his mirrored shades on.
The sales woman told him to have a seat. “Why sure, I can help you with that.”
Jeff wanted to make her feel comfortable with him. He softened her up a bit as they casually talked about the Viper and its features. Suddenly, the door flew open and a loud man entered.
“Shawdy!” the man yelled through the building. “I’m tryin’ to cop one of them mafuckin’ new Vipers, shawdy!”
Jeff turned to the loud man’s attention. He noticed the man had on a lot of jewelry. Diamonds in every piece that made him look like an ice show. He had a huge man with him. Maybe a bodyguard, he thought because the man with the ice on resembled a rapper. Jeff noticed a bag in the large man’s hand.
“Shawdy!” he yelled again. “I got mafuckin’ cash out this bitch! Somebody better come get this money!”
The sales person next to them assisted the loud man. Jeff overheard everything. He was definitely buying the car with cash. When the salesman said, let me get the key to your new ride. Jeff had a new plan. “I’m going to think the purchase over.” Then he hurried back to Paula.
Paula looked confused. “What happened?”
“New plan.” He told her. “The car is coming to us.” He pointed toward the dealer. “Watch.” Five minutes later the new Viper pulled out of the dealer. “Follow it.” Jeff got his pistol ready. Paula followed the Viper a safe distance for ten minutes before she whipped in front of it. Jeff hopped out and ran around to the driver side aiming his weapon. “Get out!” he ordered. “Now!”
“Shawdy man, I just bought this.” He cried. “You gon’ do a brotha like this? We supposed to stay down, shawdy.”
“Get out or catch some hot ones… Shawdy.” he aimed at the man through the window. He could see the man was scared to death and he got out. Jeff got in the car while still aiming at the man.
“Shawdy don’t do me like this!”
“Holla,” Jeff sped off.
Lifted
918, 911, 991
Twentyand Bobby were unloading the Mustangs. Tech opened the garaged for them and Twenty parked the Shelby GT500 next to the McLaren. Bobby pulled in next to him.
Twenty got out and he looked at the line of cars. “Looks like we’re still in business.” He told Tech.
Tech was shutting the garage door. “Feel good doesn’t it?” Tech loved the idea of lifting cars. He never felt bad about doing it either. He felt like an American badass working beside his main man Twenty.
Bobby shut the door to the Boss 302. “I love doing this job. I’m sorry bro, but lifting cars is the job for me.”
Twenty walked over to the refrigerator and got some beer for everyone. The second run was complete. One more tonight, then on to day two. He tossed them both a beer. “Tech, what’s it looking like for tonight?” Twenty wanted to know the details of their next mission.
Tech worked on his beer while walking over to the computer. “The Porsches are in a warehouse located in the back of the dealer. After the dealer closes tonight so getting the cars should be a piece of pie.”
“It’s a piece of cake bro.” Bobby corrected him.
“Same thing,” Tech said. “Cake, pie, it’s still a piece.”
“True,” Twenty took a gulp of his beer. He heard a car horn at the garage door. “Jeff and Paula are back.”
Tech put his beer down and walked over to open the garage door. Jeff blew the Viper’s horn as he entered. “Jeff,” Tech said coolly as he pulled in to park the Dodge Viper.
Jeff shut the car off and hopped out. “And this one is paid for. Cash shawdy.” He joked. He noticed everyone had beers. “I must be late for the party?”
“The way you pulled in on us in that cool ass car. I would say the party is just getting started.” Twenty handed him a beer.
Jeff gave him a toast. “The celebrity’s always show up late anyway.”
Paula came in through the front door and flopped down on the couch. “So what time are we moving out tonight?”
“Best if we go around one in the morning,” Tech told her. “The place will be well closed by then.”
“While we’re waiting, let’s start inspecting the cars. Then we’ll move them to the other garage.” Twenty finished off his beer and uncovered the McLaren. “We’ll all pitch in and help Tech.”
They started inspecting the vehicles. All of the vehicles were perfect. They moved the vehicles to El’ Nino’s garage two at a time. That was all that would fit in the back of the eighteen-wheeler without being bumper to bumper. They finished around five o’clock in the afternoon. Bobby was done for the day. Twenty told him to go home and get some rest. Bobby friend came through to buy the computers when they were inspecting the cars. He paid out $100,000. Twenty gave Tech, Jeff and Paula $5,000 apiece. He made $42,500 and so did Bobby because they actually did the lift themselves. When you’re a Lifter, everyone makes money even if you didn’t take part. That’s the way Twenty rolled. Everyone would eat and stay happy.
Twenty watched the news for about an hour. The area was hot just as he thought it would be. Seven cars lifted in the same area all in the morning. The plan ha
d worked out perfect. Now they would strike at night and turn away from that first area completely. Tomorrow would be an entirely new playing field.
Tech worked at the computer and Paula took Jeff to pick up his truck.
Twenty stretched out on the couch and turned to NBA playoffs. He watched an entire game. The Lakers lose to Dallas. “Dayum,” he muttered. He would never have thought. “The Lakers are out of the playoffs.” He called to Tech.
“Really?” Tech was amazed. “No way.”
“Yep,” Twenty said. He was looking at the stats. “Dallas swept their ass four-O.” he finished watching Sports Center until he fell asleep.
***
“You have the cutters?” Tech asked Twenty. They were preparing themselves for the Porsche lifts. It was thirty minutes until one.
Paula and Jeff had just arrived.
Twenty held up the cutters. “Right here boss. You got the keys?”
Tech opened his right hand and revealed three fresh cut Porsche keys. “Can’t drive without them.” He gave Twenty the key for the 918, Jeff the 911 and Paula the 991.
“Can’t wait.” Jeff looked the key over.
“What’s the code once we get inside?” Paula tucked the key in her pocket.
“That’s the trick,” Tech gave her his attention. “You have to phone the security team at Porsche and verify that you’re the manager. There is no keypad system with this one.”
“You mean,” Twenty spoke up. “You would have to phone a security team at Porsche’s main office as the manager to disable the alarm?”
“Correct,” Tech assured him.
Jeff exhaled thinking about the odd situation. “So you’re saying there is no way we can disable it and once we get to the cars. We’re going to have to make a run for it or go to prison forever?”
“Sounds about right,” Tech answered.
Jeff shrugged. “I’m game.”
“Twenty,” Tech said. “Your car is the fastest one of the bunch. We only have room for two of the vehicles to fit in the trailer so you’re going to have to race back here without killing the car or yourself.”
“Fun,” Twenty said sarcastically. “How much time do I have after we get in the warehouse?”
“I hate to say it,” Tech said seriously. “But three minutes before the alarm sounds and the police come.”
Twenty knew for a fact that he’s the best driver out of the bunch. If anybody was going to get the job done, it’s going to be him. “Let’s move.”
Fifteen minutes later, Twenty, Jeff and Paula were at the Porsche dealer. They crept around to the dealer warehouse where the cars were stored for the night.
Twenty looked at the lock on the garage door. “Hand me the lock cutter.” He told Jeff.
Jeff handed him the cutter.
“Find the cars quickly and hurry to the trailer. Remember, we only have three minutes.” They nodded and he began cutting the lock. The lock popped. “Jeff,” he signaled for him to lift up the garage.
Jeff turned the hatch and lifted the garage door.
“Move.” Twenty stepped into the garage. There were over a hundred beautiful Porsche’s to choose from. The sight was truly amazing. If you wanted a Porsche, it was in here.
“Found mine,” Jeff called. He noticed the Porsche 911 Turbo and hurried over to it. There were at least ten lined in the second row.
Paula hurried through the cars searching for the 991. It was one of the newer versions and there weren’t many of them out. “Bingo,” she found what she was looking for. It was on the opposite end of the warehouse.
“Where the fuck is it,” Twenty mumbled. He was scanning the cars as fast as he could. The Porsche 918 was the newest Porsche to date. The car wasn’t even out. There was only one in the warehouse and he spotted it with one minute left to go. It was on the opposite end from Paula.
Jeff pulled the Porsche up and yelled. “One minute hurry!” he drove the car out of the warehouse to meet with Tech.
Twenty got to the Porsche and stuck the key in the door. What the? The key wasn’t working. He wiggled the key and tried again. Nothing. He pulled the key out. “Why in the hell are you not working?” he muttered to the key. Maybe it was cut wrong? How could Tech make a mistake like that? He had about thirty seconds left before the alarm sounded. He needed to abandon ship. He scanned the key. The little piece of paper taped on the back read, 991. “Shit!” Tech handed him the wrong key. He turned to Paula’s attention at the other end of the warehouse. She was definitely having her problems trying to open the door to the 991. He ran over. “Wrong key!”
Paula looked at her key. “Wrong key?” she read the taped paper on the key, 918.
Twenty made the swap with Paula and bolted back to the 918. He heard the 991 fire up while on the move. The keys do work, he thought. He got to the 918 and inserted the key into the keyhole. The key worked. That’s one less thing to worry about. He got in and saw Paula whipping the car through the warehouse toward the door. He fired up the Porsche at the same time the red lights in the warehouse flashed on and off with a loud horn sounding. “Fuck.” The cops were on the way. He maneuvered the exotic sports car through the garage toward the opening. He floored the pedal exiting the warehouse. The 600hp pumping out of the motor sounded like an animal. He flew through the parking lot ahead of the dealer. He saw the eighteen-wheeler close in Paula as the cops passed. They passed right by, he skidded the 918 onto the main street headed in the opposite direction. They’re safe, he thought as the cops automatically noticed him drifting the sports car from the dealer’s parking lot. He looked through the rear view and it was just what he thought would happen. The cops were giving chase. There was at least, five of them behind him. They were in the new police Chargers. This run wasn’t going to be that easy. The chargers were fast, but they couldn’t touch the 918 and there was absolutely no way in hell Twenty was going back to prison.
He maneuvered the true mid-engine concept through the road speeding away from the police. He made a quick turn up ahead and drifted the car all the way out of the turn. He shifted into first gear and punched it. The car responded with a 0 to 60 burst in 3 seconds. The 918 was faster than what he had thought. Maybe faster than the McLaren he lifted earlier. He noticed the police bending the corner as he approached 180mph. There was no way they would catch him. He was too skilled of a driver and it was too fast of a car. He turned his attention back to the road ahead. “Don’t tell me?” he muttered to himself.
The police were two steps ahead. There was a roadblock set up with more police waiting. The officers were shielded and their guns were drawn.
Twenty hit the brakes and stopped thirty yards from them. There were no other exits on the straight road. Think, Twenty. He checked the rearview. The police were closing in on him. In five second he would be cuffed and back off to prison. Fuck that, he thought while shifting the car into reverse. He floored the pedal heading straight at the pursuing Chargers. “Do or die,” he said one second away from colliding with the first vehicle. The officer swerved off the road and so did the others. Not wishing to test death. Twenty smiled as he rushed through the swerving vehicles clearing the way. He maneuvered the 918 one hundred and eighty degrees and smashed the gas. “Whoa!” he said excitedly looking through the rearview at all of the off balanced vehicles. He felt like Batman or maybe more like the Joker as he made his getaway. He looked back and there wasn’t any police in sight. Just to be safe, he bent two more corners. That was a close one, he thought. He felt his nerves beginning to relax, his heart was beating faster than the Porsche. The feeling had him shook.
He got back to the garage safely and blew the horn at the door. The door opened for him. He pulled the car in and was greeted by everyone. He shut the car off and exhaled. He opened the gullwing door. “Exciting,” he muttered. He emerged from the vehicle. He noticed that everyone had a worried look on their face. They probably thought without a doubt in their minds, he was going back to prison. Twenty smiled at his friends. “Wh
y the worried looks?”
Lifted
Aventador/Gallardo
Yesterdaywas successful, today is the second day of their mission and it needed to go just as well. The alarm went off and Twenty woke from the sound ringing in his ears. He reached over to the nightstand and turned it off. Time to get Thursday started. It was five in the morning and everyone would be on their way in an hour. He got up and took a nice thirty minute shower and then got dressed. He went downstairs to make a pot of coffee. He was greeted by Tech working at the computer. “Dayum, you’re here early.”
“Better early than late.” Tech held up his mug. “Coffee?”
“Yeah,” Twenty walked over to the pot. “I was just thinking about that.”
“I talked with everyone.” Tech sipped his hot coffee. “They should be here in ten.”
“Great,” he muttered pouring himself a cup. He took a sip. “Um, not bad.”
They went over today’s plan for the next couple of minutes. There was a knock at the door. Tech went over to answer it. Jeff and Paula had arrived.
“What’s up?” Jeff greeted Tech.
“Hey, Tech.” Paula greeted him warmly. “Bobby just pulled up so you might not want to shut the door just yet.”
“Hey, guys.” Tech greeted them. He looked out towards the parking lot and noticed Bobby getting out of his Hellcat. “Hurry up, I don’t have all day.” He joked.
“What’s up?” Twenty greeted. He was still half sleep.
“Ready for the day,” Jeff responded.
“Nothing much,” Paula walked over to the coffee pot. “Tech made this?” she asked.
“Yep,” Twenty told her.
“I’m good then.” Paula sat the pot back down. “He always makes it to strong.”
“That’s the only way I like it,” Twenty said. “Strong.”