Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Gone In 60 Seconds ❯ Chapter 17
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By: Shi-chan 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Adventure / Action / Romance / | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.31.2002 | Updated On: 03.31.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 290 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Adventure / Action / Romance / | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.31.2002 | Updated On: 03.31.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 290 | Status: Work In Progress
29 Mar 2001
Well, A-chan. You asked for more GI:60, here it is. All 8 pages of part 17. ::sighs:: Now, I have to go to the doctor to see about my shoulder.... it's all effed up. ::sighs and tries not to move said shoulder too much::
Type : epic, fusion, AU
Teaser: Legendary car booster Heero Yuy thought he'd left the fast lane behind -- until he is forced out of retirement in a do-or-die effort to save his kid sister from the wrath of an evil monster! But with speed to burn and attitude to spare, Heero hastily re-assembles his old crew and floors it in a full throttle race to pull off the ultimate car heist: 50 exotic beauties in 24 hours -- and the cops are already on to them!
Spoilers : Gone In 60 Seconds 2000 version
Warnings : language, shounen ai (soon to come *eeps at phrasing*)
Pairings : 1+2, 3+4?, 6+9
Rating : PG-13
Disclaimer : I don't own anything. I am poor... want a nickle?
Feedback : Please please please!!!!
NOTE: (Set 58:53 into the movie) My favourite chapter! ^_^ Duo has some fun with the Italians ^_^! Plus, 'Cars or Sex?' is coming up soon, so look forward to some 1+/x2 action..... ^_^ Not a lemon, thought. Not yet. Also a note: I was watching the original version, which is really cheesy made in '74, and Atley Jackson (remember him?) is a black guy, kind like Donny's chara here! In the original it's Atlee Jackson.... and Memphis is this weird named guy who is an insurance salesman who is basically commiting insurance fraud.... by stealing cars... and instead of a British asshole, it's a Puerto Rican who's asking for the 'top end cars.' I think there are 48, not 50. And Eleanor is a 1970 Mustang 2 or something like that, and there are 3 of them that get real messed up throughout the movie. And the Mercedes, since it was before them.... are Rolls Royces (I cannot spell).
Gone In 60 Seconds by Willow
Chapter 17: "Hello Ladies"
Quatre was busy packing his gear for the heist. "What's up, Len?" He asked cheerfully when the girl entered the room.
"Quatre, what are you doin'?" Len asked, shoving her stuff into a bag. "You think you're comin' with us, but you're not."
Quatre looked at her. "What are you talkin' about? I'm part of the team. I get to go."
"No, no, wake up," she told the boy. "Gonna end up in the jail or the morgue or some shit. Don't be stupid."
Quatre was hurt. After all he'd helped to do, he didn't get to be part of the main job? "What am I supposed to do?" he asked mournfully.
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"Did you see a box of rubber gloves here, man?" Donny asked, looking at the push cart where the gloves where supposed to be.
"Gloves?" Wufei questioned disbelievingly. "Man, you don't need gloves. This is the new age. Check this out." He opened a silver case, smirking at Donny's face.
"What is this?"
"Let me just see that big claw you call a hand," Wufei told him. "That's not doughnut jelly, so don't eat it." He placed a thin oval of synthaskin on the 'jelly.' "Youre new finger prints. Elvis is back." Wufei chuckled as he pressed the print in place. "Boy got skills, right?"
"Yeah, you do," Donny smiled. "Look like a little ghetto Smurf."
Wufei glared at him, which could not be seen due to his dark shades.
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Heero sat back on his heals, a let out a breath loudly before unlocking the cabinet where his 'gear' was stowed. Lifting the box, he brought it over to the work table, setting it down with care. He opened it and began removing his tools. Coming across a faithful friend, his black leather jacket, Heero gave the coat a once over, smirking slightly. "I am a baa~d man."
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Duo smiled watching Heero descend the stairs and enter into their pathetic attempt at a circle. He watched as Heero looked at all of the gathered crewers.
"Thanks. Thanks for doin' this," Heero said, his nasal voice trying to express his gratitued. Duo smiled, Heero hadn't changed... well, not really. "Keep it real --" Duo nearly laughed at this, but continued to smile sweetly. "-- Think slow. We should get through just fine."
The crewers nodded, the Old School solemn in understanding and the New Crew. Duo threw Heero a glance meant only for him. The dark-haired man smiled a tiny smile in return.
" 'Low Rider,' Donny. Donny? 'Low Rider.' "
The black man nodded, pushing the play button.
The New Crew-ers were looking around in confussion, while the Old School soaked up the feel. This was it, the mood, the smooth ride they were hoping this boost would be. Finally, they were ready.
Deaming it time they were off.... "Ok, let's ride," Heero said. And off they went.
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12:00:00 hours to deadline
Up on top of the Ferrari warehouse, Wufei and Trowa readied entrance. The security system was a breeze and without a hitch they were in. "Oh, shit!" Wufei cursed as Trowa slammed the glass. The tall man just looked at him then, with acrobat's grace, he swung himself down into the warehouse.
Trowa pulled the flashlight from the bag, placing it on the floor while he slung the pack back onto his back.
"Gimme that torch. Aha!" Wu said, creeping over to the control panel. "I tell you, I'm the man. Now, where does this go?" He mumbled eyeing the box. "Find a way to get in here. Get this--" he stopped when a knife popped up in front of his face.
Trowa opened the panel box with a quick flick of his wrist, Wufei fish-jawed at the action.
"I tell you, onna, I'm runnin' this shit!" He glared, indignant that his glory was taken by this skinny man. "You do that again, I will kick--" He eeped as he found Trowa's knife pointed at him, threateningly. "Cool, man. You don't have to take it so damn personal." He went back to getting the others in. A snip here, a snip there... and viola! Push the button and... "Ah, everything is perfect."
Len, Duo, Heero, and Tumbler waltzed right in, ready to hijack the Italian beauties.
Duo looked around at the warehouse full of beatiful Ferraris. Eyeing the cars lustfully, he grinned. "Hello, ladies," he looked at Heero. "Always was a sucker for a redhead." [1]
Getting right to business, Heero began to direct the members to the cars. "Let's go. Come on, move, move! Go, go!"
Duo just looked at his former lover and shook his head. 'Nope, hasn't changed a bit....' Duo ran his hands down the spoiler of a 265 GTBA, luxuriating in the feel of Italian beneath his fingertips.
"Work your magic, baby," Wufei chimed from behind the wheel of the vehical. "I know you know Ferraris. Work your magic." Duo hooked the jumper cables in, the oposite ends attached to a portable battery. He made a key turning motion and Wufei grinned. "Boy got skills." He revved the engine and cheered as the sweet sound filled the large room.
Onto the 355 Spyder. Len and Duo both pulled the locks, the alarm going off at the intrusion. In mere seconds, Duo had the ignition plugged and the alarm off. A twist of the now ripped out ignition and the engine hummed to life. Duo let out a satisfied breath, almost a moan.
Trowa and Heero attacked the 550 Maranello. Trowa popped the hood and moved the light for Duo to see where he needed as the boy approached. Pulling the computer plug, Duo attached a rig system in and Trowa revved the car to life.
Heero looked over at his sister. She was bitting her nails in her nervousness. "You alright?" He asked. She nodded, her wheat blond locks whisping around her.
Duo walked around the front of the 355 F1 and lifted the hood.
"You think we're gonna make it?" Len asked her stoic-looking brother.
"I don't know. It's too early to tell..." He told her truthfully.
His jumper switch plugged in like a self-detonation device, Duo winked at Tumbler as he pressed the button. All cars ready for heist, Duo climbed into his Spyder at the back of the pack.
Heero ushered the cars out pressing the close switch as Duo pulled up. He climbed in and they were off.
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" 'Diana, Tricia, Nadine, and Rose are on their way,' " Heero called through radio. Quatre sat counting, an impressed look on his face.
"Good goin', guys," Howard called back.
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"Al, tell me something," Zechs said into his radio unit, leaning back against the seat.
" 'Unit two. Sorry, sir. Nothing yet.' " was the reply.
"Son of a bitch..." Zechs mumbled. He looked out the van window and frowned. "I know you're not parking right in front of me.... Oh, no. I can't see a damn thing. Alright. Gotta move." Turning he climbed into the driver seat and moved the van 2 houses down.
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10:00:00 hours to deadline
"You ever feel back about any of this?" Dory asked the large black fella as they proceeded to steal a Jaguar XJ80.
"Hell no! I'm Robin Hood. I rob from the rich and give to the needy," he popped the lock and the alarm began to wail.
"Damn..." Dory hissed looking around. "Donny!" She cried, pounding on the glass.
"I got ya, I got ya..." he said, unlocking her door.
She slid in, eloquence making her moves flow. "You mean the poor..." She said.
"Cutters." The tool was passed to him.
"Cutters," she said.
The alarm died as he cut the line. "No, like I said, needy...." He placed the computerized fake key into the ignition and turned. The engine thrummed, power surging through it. "'Cause, sister, we need this car."
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"What's up, Doc?" Wufei asked, posing as a valet. He smiled broadly, glad for his shades.
"You're new, aren't ya?" the old man said, grinning a big toothy grin as he stepped out of his white Bueghatti convertable.
"Yeah. How can you tell?" Wufei said, trying to keep his irritation at this injustice from entering his voice.
"Now, listen, son. You take real good care of this car, and I'll take care of you," the old fart said, handing him two shiny new quarters.
Wufei barely surpressed a scowl of indignation. Handing the quarters back, he said, "Tell you what. Save it. You get another one of these suits, alright?"
"God bless you, son," the man chuckled, walking around the car.
"You need a fashion counselor..." he muttered to the turned back. He slid into the driver's seat. "Alright, onna. I ain't here for the door. I here for the car. Get your fat ass out."
The woman looked at him, clearly flustered by this treatment. "Hmm?"
"Out! What are you lookin' at?" He started the engine and off he drove.
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"Hey, man, that was easy as pie!" Dory grinned.
"I'm a veteran, girl," Donny replied as they pulled out of the parking garage.
Suddenly a gun was shoved in the open window. "Get outta the car, bitch, or I'll blow your brains out!" the irate man shouted.
"You gotta be shittin' me," Donny muttered.
"I will shoot you, damn it!" the guy yelled. With a quick elbow to the face the guy was down.
"Damn," Dory whispered, watching Donny kick the scrawny guy's ass.
"You lazy, half-ass bully! Any asshole can pull a gun on somebody! You don't know the first thing about stealin' a car! Boy, I-- You need a role model!" Donny yelled at the prone figure. He climbed back into the car and drove off, leaving the guy on the pavement.
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"Stacy."
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Heero leaned down in front of the '56 model T-bird, unscrewing the headlight and shorting the alarm system. Duo grinned from where he was unlocking the door with a screwdriver. Sliding in, he popped the hood and Heero hotwired the engine. He climbed in and off they went.
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"Shannon."
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Len and Tumbler approached the '41 Mercury HotRod. Len reached under the driver's door and popped the locks. [2] Immediately the alarms went off, but a quick snip and silence filled the air. Flames trailed from the exhaust pipes as they wailed down the street.
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"Laura."
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The cars were rolling into the bins at a steady pace. The 2001 Boxter, the '59 Cadillac...
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"Lindsey."
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The '67 Corvette.
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"Rachel."
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The '41 Merc. The Jaguar XJ-220. Etc.
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End Chapter 17: "Hello Ladies"
Willow -- Please send feedback to the author at: xxacidburnxx_1x2@yahoo.com
Well, A-chan. You asked for more GI:60, here it is. All 8 pages of part 17. ::sighs:: Now, I have to go to the doctor to see about my shoulder.... it's all effed up. ::sighs and tries not to move said shoulder too much::
Type : epic, fusion, AU
Teaser: Legendary car booster Heero Yuy thought he'd left the fast lane behind -- until he is forced out of retirement in a do-or-die effort to save his kid sister from the wrath of an evil monster! But with speed to burn and attitude to spare, Heero hastily re-assembles his old crew and floors it in a full throttle race to pull off the ultimate car heist: 50 exotic beauties in 24 hours -- and the cops are already on to them!
Spoilers : Gone In 60 Seconds 2000 version
Warnings : language, shounen ai (soon to come *eeps at phrasing*)
Pairings : 1+2, 3+4?, 6+9
Rating : PG-13
Disclaimer : I don't own anything. I am poor... want a nickle?
Feedback : Please please please!!!!
NOTE: (Set 58:53 into the movie) My favourite chapter! ^_^ Duo has some fun with the Italians ^_^! Plus, 'Cars or Sex?' is coming up soon, so look forward to some 1+/x2 action..... ^_^ Not a lemon, thought. Not yet. Also a note: I was watching the original version, which is really cheesy made in '74, and Atley Jackson (remember him?) is a black guy, kind like Donny's chara here! In the original it's Atlee Jackson.... and Memphis is this weird named guy who is an insurance salesman who is basically commiting insurance fraud.... by stealing cars... and instead of a British asshole, it's a Puerto Rican who's asking for the 'top end cars.' I think there are 48, not 50. And Eleanor is a 1970 Mustang 2 or something like that, and there are 3 of them that get real messed up throughout the movie. And the Mercedes, since it was before them.... are Rolls Royces (I cannot spell).
Gone In 60 Seconds by Willow
Chapter 17: "Hello Ladies"
Quatre was busy packing his gear for the heist. "What's up, Len?" He asked cheerfully when the girl entered the room.
"Quatre, what are you doin'?" Len asked, shoving her stuff into a bag. "You think you're comin' with us, but you're not."
Quatre looked at her. "What are you talkin' about? I'm part of the team. I get to go."
"No, no, wake up," she told the boy. "Gonna end up in the jail or the morgue or some shit. Don't be stupid."
Quatre was hurt. After all he'd helped to do, he didn't get to be part of the main job? "What am I supposed to do?" he asked mournfully.
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"Did you see a box of rubber gloves here, man?" Donny asked, looking at the push cart where the gloves where supposed to be.
"Gloves?" Wufei questioned disbelievingly. "Man, you don't need gloves. This is the new age. Check this out." He opened a silver case, smirking at Donny's face.
"What is this?"
"Let me just see that big claw you call a hand," Wufei told him. "That's not doughnut jelly, so don't eat it." He placed a thin oval of synthaskin on the 'jelly.' "Youre new finger prints. Elvis is back." Wufei chuckled as he pressed the print in place. "Boy got skills, right?"
"Yeah, you do," Donny smiled. "Look like a little ghetto Smurf."
Wufei glared at him, which could not be seen due to his dark shades.
------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------
Heero sat back on his heals, a let out a breath loudly before unlocking the cabinet where his 'gear' was stowed. Lifting the box, he brought it over to the work table, setting it down with care. He opened it and began removing his tools. Coming across a faithful friend, his black leather jacket, Heero gave the coat a once over, smirking slightly. "I am a baa~d man."
--------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------
Duo smiled watching Heero descend the stairs and enter into their pathetic attempt at a circle. He watched as Heero looked at all of the gathered crewers.
"Thanks. Thanks for doin' this," Heero said, his nasal voice trying to express his gratitued. Duo smiled, Heero hadn't changed... well, not really. "Keep it real --" Duo nearly laughed at this, but continued to smile sweetly. "-- Think slow. We should get through just fine."
The crewers nodded, the Old School solemn in understanding and the New Crew. Duo threw Heero a glance meant only for him. The dark-haired man smiled a tiny smile in return.
" 'Low Rider,' Donny. Donny? 'Low Rider.' "
The black man nodded, pushing the play button.
The New Crew-ers were looking around in confussion, while the Old School soaked up the feel. This was it, the mood, the smooth ride they were hoping this boost would be. Finally, they were ready.
Deaming it time they were off.... "Ok, let's ride," Heero said. And off they went.
--------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------
12:00:00 hours to deadline
Up on top of the Ferrari warehouse, Wufei and Trowa readied entrance. The security system was a breeze and without a hitch they were in. "Oh, shit!" Wufei cursed as Trowa slammed the glass. The tall man just looked at him then, with acrobat's grace, he swung himself down into the warehouse.
Trowa pulled the flashlight from the bag, placing it on the floor while he slung the pack back onto his back.
"Gimme that torch. Aha!" Wu said, creeping over to the control panel. "I tell you, I'm the man. Now, where does this go?" He mumbled eyeing the box. "Find a way to get in here. Get this--" he stopped when a knife popped up in front of his face.
Trowa opened the panel box with a quick flick of his wrist, Wufei fish-jawed at the action.
"I tell you, onna, I'm runnin' this shit!" He glared, indignant that his glory was taken by this skinny man. "You do that again, I will kick--" He eeped as he found Trowa's knife pointed at him, threateningly. "Cool, man. You don't have to take it so damn personal." He went back to getting the others in. A snip here, a snip there... and viola! Push the button and... "Ah, everything is perfect."
Len, Duo, Heero, and Tumbler waltzed right in, ready to hijack the Italian beauties.
Duo looked around at the warehouse full of beatiful Ferraris. Eyeing the cars lustfully, he grinned. "Hello, ladies," he looked at Heero. "Always was a sucker for a redhead." [1]
Getting right to business, Heero began to direct the members to the cars. "Let's go. Come on, move, move! Go, go!"
Duo just looked at his former lover and shook his head. 'Nope, hasn't changed a bit....' Duo ran his hands down the spoiler of a 265 GTBA, luxuriating in the feel of Italian beneath his fingertips.
"Work your magic, baby," Wufei chimed from behind the wheel of the vehical. "I know you know Ferraris. Work your magic." Duo hooked the jumper cables in, the oposite ends attached to a portable battery. He made a key turning motion and Wufei grinned. "Boy got skills." He revved the engine and cheered as the sweet sound filled the large room.
Onto the 355 Spyder. Len and Duo both pulled the locks, the alarm going off at the intrusion. In mere seconds, Duo had the ignition plugged and the alarm off. A twist of the now ripped out ignition and the engine hummed to life. Duo let out a satisfied breath, almost a moan.
Trowa and Heero attacked the 550 Maranello. Trowa popped the hood and moved the light for Duo to see where he needed as the boy approached. Pulling the computer plug, Duo attached a rig system in and Trowa revved the car to life.
Heero looked over at his sister. She was bitting her nails in her nervousness. "You alright?" He asked. She nodded, her wheat blond locks whisping around her.
Duo walked around the front of the 355 F1 and lifted the hood.
"You think we're gonna make it?" Len asked her stoic-looking brother.
"I don't know. It's too early to tell..." He told her truthfully.
His jumper switch plugged in like a self-detonation device, Duo winked at Tumbler as he pressed the button. All cars ready for heist, Duo climbed into his Spyder at the back of the pack.
Heero ushered the cars out pressing the close switch as Duo pulled up. He climbed in and they were off.
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" 'Diana, Tricia, Nadine, and Rose are on their way,' " Heero called through radio. Quatre sat counting, an impressed look on his face.
"Good goin', guys," Howard called back.
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"Al, tell me something," Zechs said into his radio unit, leaning back against the seat.
" 'Unit two. Sorry, sir. Nothing yet.' " was the reply.
"Son of a bitch..." Zechs mumbled. He looked out the van window and frowned. "I know you're not parking right in front of me.... Oh, no. I can't see a damn thing. Alright. Gotta move." Turning he climbed into the driver seat and moved the van 2 houses down.
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10:00:00 hours to deadline
"You ever feel back about any of this?" Dory asked the large black fella as they proceeded to steal a Jaguar XJ80.
"Hell no! I'm Robin Hood. I rob from the rich and give to the needy," he popped the lock and the alarm began to wail.
"Damn..." Dory hissed looking around. "Donny!" She cried, pounding on the glass.
"I got ya, I got ya..." he said, unlocking her door.
She slid in, eloquence making her moves flow. "You mean the poor..." She said.
"Cutters." The tool was passed to him.
"Cutters," she said.
The alarm died as he cut the line. "No, like I said, needy...." He placed the computerized fake key into the ignition and turned. The engine thrummed, power surging through it. "'Cause, sister, we need this car."
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"What's up, Doc?" Wufei asked, posing as a valet. He smiled broadly, glad for his shades.
"You're new, aren't ya?" the old man said, grinning a big toothy grin as he stepped out of his white Bueghatti convertable.
"Yeah. How can you tell?" Wufei said, trying to keep his irritation at this injustice from entering his voice.
"Now, listen, son. You take real good care of this car, and I'll take care of you," the old fart said, handing him two shiny new quarters.
Wufei barely surpressed a scowl of indignation. Handing the quarters back, he said, "Tell you what. Save it. You get another one of these suits, alright?"
"God bless you, son," the man chuckled, walking around the car.
"You need a fashion counselor..." he muttered to the turned back. He slid into the driver's seat. "Alright, onna. I ain't here for the door. I here for the car. Get your fat ass out."
The woman looked at him, clearly flustered by this treatment. "Hmm?"
"Out! What are you lookin' at?" He started the engine and off he drove.
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"Hey, man, that was easy as pie!" Dory grinned.
"I'm a veteran, girl," Donny replied as they pulled out of the parking garage.
Suddenly a gun was shoved in the open window. "Get outta the car, bitch, or I'll blow your brains out!" the irate man shouted.
"You gotta be shittin' me," Donny muttered.
"I will shoot you, damn it!" the guy yelled. With a quick elbow to the face the guy was down.
"Damn," Dory whispered, watching Donny kick the scrawny guy's ass.
"You lazy, half-ass bully! Any asshole can pull a gun on somebody! You don't know the first thing about stealin' a car! Boy, I-- You need a role model!" Donny yelled at the prone figure. He climbed back into the car and drove off, leaving the guy on the pavement.
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"Stacy."
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Heero leaned down in front of the '56 model T-bird, unscrewing the headlight and shorting the alarm system. Duo grinned from where he was unlocking the door with a screwdriver. Sliding in, he popped the hood and Heero hotwired the engine. He climbed in and off they went.
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"Shannon."
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Len and Tumbler approached the '41 Mercury HotRod. Len reached under the driver's door and popped the locks. [2] Immediately the alarms went off, but a quick snip and silence filled the air. Flames trailed from the exhaust pipes as they wailed down the street.
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"Laura."
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The cars were rolling into the bins at a steady pace. The 2001 Boxter, the '59 Cadillac...
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"Lindsey."
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The '67 Corvette.
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"Rachel."
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The '41 Merc. The Jaguar XJ-220. Etc.
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End Chapter 17: "Hello Ladies"
Willow -- Please send feedback to the author at: xxacidburnxx_1x2@yahoo.com