Date: June 12th, 2014 10:34 PM
Author: aggressive whorehouse sandwich
The Shark:
"Sure. Follow me."
{Exits out onto the tarmac near the bay for his jet. Walking in unison now.}
"I have an old friend I want you to meet."
{http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc408/jlanaya21/JON_NSX_2.jpg}
{Mr. Meek's mouth agape}
"That's my girl. Did the run in 36 hours back in '94."
{Traces a finger lovingly over the surface of the car. Pauses in reminiscence. Then resumes.}
"She's been retrofitted with the latest technology. Derringer X Activescan. Stealth Camouflage Mark V. And the Raptor Active Intruder Interdiction System -- she'll pulp a brain from 5,000 meters out -- that one's my own invention. She's ready for another run. Are you?"
{Silence}
{laughs derisively} "Get in."
{They enter the car}
"Let's fire her up."
{The engine starts to life with a glorious roar.}
"Hope you don't mind -- I like driving music."
{http://images.amazon.com/images/G/01/stores/sport-goods/detail-pages/B001ZTVZYK.jpg}
"Old school, as they say."
{http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pAgnJDJN4VA starts up; the car jets away down the tarmac to the waiting highway}
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2592205&forum_id=3#25740042)