by King Coopa J
“How did he manage to get one of the cars anyway?” Twenty asked.
“They’re test cars. The most expensive rides are put on the road for a year before they come out to see how they manage. Not to mention, his brother owns the company.”
“That’s some major chips,” Jeff muttered.
“C’mon,” Tech told Bobby while grabbing his keys to his Lancer.” He should’ve taken a lunch break. Let’s go get this over with. You guys got me tired already for the day.”
“That’s cause you’re the man Tech.” Paula praised him from the couch. She was lying down with her feet kicked up on the armrest watching Jimmy Neutron and getting some rest before her next lift tonight.
Tech and Bobby left the garage to go make the move on the Hennessey CTS V700. The lift would be the easiest one of the day. It couldn’t have been sweeter. The car was basically waiting for them in the parking lot. Bobby noticed that the lawyer’s office closed at 4 o’clock. It was 3:30pm on the dot. They needed to hurry. The lawyer would probably leave work soon. Thirty minutes is more than enough time for Bobby. It’s only going to take him two minutes to lift the car.
They finally spotted the CTS V700 parked double spaced. People who had nice cars always double space parked. People were scared a reckless driver would hurt their baby. That’s a shame because Bobby is going to do more than hurt the CTS. He’s going to make the entire car disappear from both spaces. Tech parked and Bobby got out and made way to the CTS.
He patted himself down for the key Tech made for the car. “Damn.” He muttered checking every pocket. “I left the key?” he hurried back over to Tech hoping he had the key. He opened the door. Tech looked at him confused. “Tech, please tell me you got the key bro?”
“No, you forgot it?” Tech answered. “Let’s hurry back then.”
“No way bro,” Bobby answered. “He’ll be gone by then. I got an idea.” Bobby shut the door and went into the lawyer’s office. It was just him and the lawyer.
The lawyer spoke while grabbing his coat. “Sorry, I’m done for the day.”
“Please,” Bobby cried. “I need a lawyer for my brother. It’s a murder case.”
The lawyer loved murder cases. They were the highest paid cases. “Well, I guess I got a little time.” he sat his coat around his chair. “Give me one minute.” The lawyer went into the back room to receive his laptop.
Bobby ran around the desk when the lawyer vanished. He searched the jacket frantically for the key. Bingo, must be my lucky day.
The lawyer came back with his laptop and the guy was gone. He shrugged it off and put his jacket on. The security system was already off and all he had to do was lock the front door. After he locked the door from the outside. He turned around and saw a CTS V700 speeding by. “Um, he has a car like mine.”
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V-12 Vantage
Bobbypulled the car into the garage. He shut the CTS off and got out.
“You forgot something.” Twenty tossed him the key for the CTS.
Bobby caught it. “The lawyer was kind enough to let me borrow his bro,” Bobby smiled.
Tech came in behind Bobby. “Bobby just made himself a new lawyer friend.” He joked patting him on the back as he walked by. Tech walked over to the computer. He sat down in his chair and looked over the next assignment.
Jeff was looking over the Jaguar. Every detail on the car was magnificent. He went to the bar and made himself a drink. “Anybody want a drink while I’m back here?”
Twenty was checking out the Hennessey blacked out badges. “I like this bad boy, this me right here.” He muttered to himself.
“I’ll take whatever you’re having bro,” Bobby answered Jeff.
Twenty opened the door to the Hennessey. He got in and noticed the car had 200mph on the dash. This CTS was faster than the McLaren, the Porsche 918 and the Jaguar C-X75. Twenty got out of the tuner. “Tech, this car can hit 200mph plus.”
“Yes, it can and I bet you didn’t know it could do 0 to 150 in 16.4 seconds. Its max is said to be 211mph.”
Twenty shut the door. “This here, is a fuckin’ monster.” He joined Jeff and Bobby at the bar.
They spent the next three hours talking about the lifts and what they went through to get the cars. There wasn’t a story that could top Paula’s Victoria Secret car wash. The boys went crazy because they weren’t a part of something like that. Tech backed Paula up by bragging about all the pretty women there. Bobby wished he could’ve brought his Hellcat through. The women loved his car and always fell for his brochunski surfer boy swag.
Tech came downstairs after his nap. He met them at the bar. “Mr. Bartender.” He called Jeff. “Let me get a beer?”
“Coming right up.” Jeff got him a beer and popped it open for him. “Here you are my man. That will be six dollars plus a tip.” Jeff joked. They all had a good laugh.
“What’s next on the list?” Twenty sipped on his beer.
“The Aston Martin,” Tech took a drink. “Jeff’s on.”
“Love it when you call my name,” he said sarcastically. “V-12 Vantage right?”
“Nothing better than a V-12.” Tech handed Jeff the key.
“Let’s get er done.” He said like a redneck.
Tech and Jeff made their way over to one of the nicest neighborhoods in the area. Tech set the truck up and Jeff went to the target house. Jeff walked four houses down. It was starting to get late. People were home so he needed to make this happen fast as possible.
The car was at a rich old man’s house. Wife died and he had no kids. He was told all he did was sit in the house and watch TV. The car was given to him from his wife’s cousin. He worked for Aston Martin and wanted the old man to enjoy the rest of his life instead of being cooped up in the house all day. Too bad the old guy had never driven the car. It stayed in the same spot as it did when it first arrived. Right there lonely in the driveway waiting for a guy like Jeff to come and lift it.
Jeff stepped next to the car. “Easy,” he pulled the key from his pocket. When he was about to put the key in the door someone called to him.
“Peter?” the old guy called from the porch.
Jeff swiftly put the key in his pocket. He turned around and noticed the old man sitting on his porch in a rocking chair.
“Peter, c’mon up here and talk to me, son.” The old man waved him over.
This old guy must think I’m Peter? He decided to walk onto the porch.
“Have a seat.” The old man said. “If you were coming to take the car back you could’ve at least you can say hello to me.”
Jeff looked confused. This old man must have Alzheimer’s. He thinks I’m Peter and that I was coming to take the car back from him. Jeff took a seat next to the old man. They talked for the next ten minutes. The old guy kept referring to him as his wife’s cousin, Peter. Jeff had found out him while they were talking.
“Alright George,” Jeff got up. “Nice seeing you again.” He walked to the Vantage. Easy as pie, like my man Tech would say.
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Renault DeZir, GT-R35
“Theold man was cool,” Jeff told Twenty and Bobby. He was watching Twenty tear Bobby apart in a game of pool for the second time in a row. “I’m telling you it was the easiest lift in my life.” he took a big bite of pizza Paula had ordered for everyone.
“Pretty soon that’s going to be you sitting on a porch, Jeff. Someone is going to come along and lift your ride.” Twenty aimed the pool stick. “Eight ball corner pocket.”
“That’s it for me, bro.” Bobby handed Paula the pool stick. “I can’t beat this guy.”
“Bobby,” Paula said as he tried to walk away. “Rack’em up.”
Bobby came back over to racked the balls.
“What is it for tonight, Tech?” Twenty called while waiting for Bobby. He was working on his third pizza.
“The Nissan’s,” Tech walked over to watch the game. “I got fifty on Paula.” He threw the offer out there.
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��I’ll take that bet bro,” Bobby wanted to make some of his money back from the race he loss to Jeff.
Paula broke the balls. Two of the stripes went in and then she finished off the rest of her balls. She aimed at the eight ball and signaled her pocket. “Game.” she took the shot and the eight ball went in the side pocket.
“Bro,” Bobby was shocked at what just happen. Twenty didn’t get a chance to shoot. “I’m through with gambling.” He handed Jeff his money.
Paula stood next to Tech with her hand out. “I think you owe me some of that.”
Tech put $25 in her hand. He knew that Paula is a pool shark and would win if she went first.
“When did Paula become a pool shark?” Twenty leaned closer to Jeff and spoke among themselves.
“When you went in,” Jeff answered. “That’s all she did.” He took a bite of his pizza.
They continued to enjoy themselves for the next few hours. They listened to music, drank beers, played cards, video games, Paula danced a bit before she snuck off to smoke some weed. No one noticed and when she came back. She smashed a bag of popcorn. The extra butter had her taste buds going. When 1:30am rolled around it was time. The Nissans were waiting on them.
“It’s one-thirty,” Tech informed them. “We got a warehouse to hit.”
Twenty was upstairs. He acted like he was going to sleep. Instead of doing that. He secretly talked to Rosa on the phone. He didn’t want Paula to find out. She probably wouldn’t be able to take it and screw up the lift for tonight. Twenty needed love and Rosa to him, was alright. He actually liked her, too bad Paula didn’t. “I’m ready.”
“Me too,” Paula got up from the couch. The weed made her crash, but she slept it off.
“That’s good you two will be able to make it to tonight’s service.” Tech joked like a pastor in a church. He gave them both a key.
They loaded up in the eight-wheeler. Tech drove them to the Nissan warehouse. They got there in ten minutes. The place was huge. Nissan made a number of different vehicles. The front of the building had tinted windows. If you put your face close to it. You can see the cars inside.
Twenty and Paula crept up to the building. Twenty surveyed the scene. When he felt it was clear. He led the way around back.
“You like her don’t you?” Paula asked.
The question came out of nowhere. Twenty was stunned by it. He kept walking. “Like who?” he asked like he didn’t understand who Paula was talking about.
“The Spanish girl,” Paula caught up to him. “Don’t try to act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.”
Twenty started to lock pick the back door. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now let me handle this lock.” He popped the lock.
She followed him in. “I heard you talking to her on the phone.”
He ignored the statement. “You got your key?” he went over to the glass doors to open them.
“Yes, I got my key.” She said chasing after him. “I know you like her. You don’t have to hide it from me.”
Twenty was searching for a way to open the doors. Paula was getting on his nerves about Rosa. He was frustrated because it was making his job harder than what it was supposed to be. “I’m not trying to hide anything from you. He stood there looking the glass doors over. They must be automatic, he thought. Paula kept going on about Rosa. He blocked her out. What the hell is that? Lights were coming at them straight towards the glass doors. Paula wasn’t paying attention. Twenty shoved her out of the way just in time. A vehicle had crashed through the doors.
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Report
El’ Ninosat in his restaurant turned club. When 10 o’clock came around every Thursday, Friday and Saturday night. The restaurant would go ham. El’ Nino sat next to two beautiful women. Nacho was standing behind the roped off area. He was making sure his boss was safe. Mexicans would get drunk and too out of control and he would straighten them out before it caused El’ Nino problems. El’ Nino is a man who never sleeps. He is always about his business. He told The Spokesman to spy on Twenty and make sure he was doing his job. If The Spokesman wanted to get paid he had to do it anyway. He told El’ Nino Twenty was the man and wanted to secure his job with that Mexican they call El’ Nino. A lot of money was on the line and The Spokesman wanted to get paid. That’s all that mattered to him.
El’ Nino puffed on his cigar. He signaled for his personal VIP waitress. She came over. “Another bottle of champagne for me and my guest.” She disappeared to get what her boss ordered. He picked up a golden plate that rested on a table in front of him. There was a mountain of cocaine on it. He took a sniff and gave it to the model on his right. He leaned back and watched everyone have a good time in his club. His eyes were sharp when he was on the drug. Everything moved in slow motion just for him.
Nacho turned to his boss. “The Spokesman has arrived Boss.”
El’ Nino signaled for Nacho to let him through. “Bring him over. Gracias Nacho.” Nacho is the only person El’ Nino thanked. Why not, he was the protector of his life.
Nacho undid the rope and let The Spokesman pass. “He’s in the back.” he guided him to El’ Nino.
El’ Nino spoke. “My friend.” He signaled for The Spokesman to have a seat. “Have a seat and enjoy yourself with me and these beautiful women. The champagne is on the way.” El’ Nino puffed on his cigar. He pointed to the golden plate. “Coke?”
The Spokesman took a good drag of cocaine. He set the plate on the table. “How are you doing today?”
“Better my friend, now that you are here.” El’ Nino puffed on his cigar.
The waitress came back with the bottle and popped it for them. She everyone a drink.
“Tell me, is Twenty been taking care of my business?” he sipped his champagne.
“Yes, he’s doing what needs to be done.” The Spokesman answered. “I’ve been watching him closely. He’s been getting the job done with an eighteen-wheeler. That’s how the cars are hidden after the lifts and are transported to your garage.”
“An eighteen-wheeler is a god idea.” El’ Nino watched the crowd sharply. “That Twenty is a smart man.”
“Yes, he is.” The Spokesman watched the coked up models dance seductively in front of him. “He has about twenty of the cars done on the list.”
“That’s good progress.” El’ Nino signaled for Nacho. “Is that Paco?”
Nacho looked where El’ Nino was pointing. He noticed Paco dancing with a pretty Spanish woman. “That’s him, Boss.”
“You know what to do Nacho.” El’ Nino continued with The Spokesman and the girls.
Nacho signaled for two of the soldiers to come with him. He walked through the crowd casually until he got to Paco. He tapped him on the shoulder. When Paco turned around he knocked his lights out. “Get the girl.” He told the soldiers. Nacho and his men dragged them all out back. He violently tossed Paco against a dumpster.
Paco fell to the ground. “Please.” He cried. “I got half the money now.” He owed El’ Nino for ten keys of cocaine he got fronted from him two weeks ago. The due date is today. “I just need one more night and I’ll have the money.”
The girl kicked and screamed. “Help!”
“Kill her,” Nacho ordered.
The soldier put two in her head.
“Please, Nacho!” Paco began to cry. He knew he was going to die. When you give El’ Nino a date, that’s it. No extensions.
“Kill him and dump the bodies in the dumpster. Nacho heard five pops as he entered the club. He went back to El’ Nino to report. “Done Boss.”
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Repo Man
“C’mon,”Twenty ordered Paula. They ducked for cover as they hurried behind a 350z.
“What’s going on?” Paula whispered. She covered herself behind Twenty.
“I don’t know.” He whispered back. He peeked from behind the Nissan 350z. He noticed two rednecks in jumpsuits. They had assault rifles in their hands. “This isn’t good.” He
said in a low voice.
Paula didn’t see what was going on. Her vision was shielded behind Twenty. “What can’t be good? What is it?” she whispered and came from behind him trying to get a view of what had almost killed them.
“Stay low,” he told her. “Two guys with assault rifles.” Both of the rednecks didn’t seem like car thieves to him. They were doing it all wrong. They drove a truck through the front of the warehouse. That made Twenty think. “Shit, the police will come soon. We need to get the hell out of here.”
Paula scoped out the rednecks. “What are they doing?” Paula noticed what type of truck they were driving. “That’s a repo truck isn’t it?”
That didn’t spring up in his mind. He was too busy trying to figure out what they were doing. She’s right, he thought. That is a repo truck. “Yeah.” He answered.
“They’re probably going to lift a car.” She suggested.
“That’s what I’m thinking.” He watched one of rednecks back the truck up while guided by his partner.
“What you think they’re going to take?” she whispered while watching them.
“There isn’t any telling with these two.” He watched the redneck load a car up. No, they can’t be.
“Twenty they’re-”
“I know, I know.” He said cutting her off.
The rednecks were lifting the only Nissan-Renault DeZir in the warehouse. It was the only concept of its kind in the entire state.
“We got to do something.” She cried.
“What?” he knew they needed that car badly. Janet depended on it. “They have assault rifles.”
The rednecks loaded up the car and burnt out of the building shooting their AK’s in the air. “Yee Haw...”
“C’mon,” Paula ordered Twenty. She ran over to the Nissan GT-R35.
“What are you doing?” Twenty asked following her. “We have to get the hell out of here.”
“I’m not letting them get away with that car. My daughter’s lift depends on it.” She hopped in the GT-R35. “You coming or not?”