Fast and Furious
Vince was sitting at an unknown location in Lenasia, meeting with an old friend. He asked his friend, Ryan, for a place to stay, and Ryan kindly invited him in.
Ryan had black, curly hair and brown skin. He wore a long T-shirt that covered his big belly, along with blue shorts and pink morning slippers. His black eyes sparkled as he greeted Vince, one of his primary friends and classmates.
"Yow, Ryan, your parents wouldn't mind if they find me here," Vince said, gazing towards the kitchen.
"No, they mostly know that I bring a few people into the house anyway. Do you want anything to eat?" Ryan asked, pondering the fridge for food.
"No thanks, I just need a laptop," Vince exclaimed.
"Oh?" Ryan replied. "Look on top of the table near the TV, then you can bring everything here."
Vince went and took the laptop from the table, alongside its cable, and went to the kitchen. He sat on one of the chairs, laid the laptop on the surface of the table, and plugged it in, bringing it to life.
"Let's see what information this USB has," he muttered, plugging it in. "Ryan?" he called.
"What's up?" Ryan responded, pulling out a loaf of bread and polony.
"Can you make IED bombs?" vince asked.
Ryan raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, but what is it for? If I may ask," he said calmly.
Vince gazed at him for a moment. "I can't tell you that, but I'm pretty sure it's for a good cause."
Ryan placed the loaf and polony down on the table and opened the drawer, pulling out a kitchen knife. "Sorry, I won't make it if you don't tell me!" he bellowed.
Vince sighed. "Okay, fine. Give me a moment. I just found the list with pictures of people who killed my parents."
Ryan placed the knife down and looked at Vince with concern. "Why did they kill your parents?" he asked.
Vince pondered closely at the laptop. "Likely, they were onto them, so they had to shut them out. You know how the matrix works – blue pill or red pill. Many choose the blue pill because of arrogance, while the matrix starts brainwashing kids at a young age in school and adults with news. How typical."
"Indeed", Ryan responded, as he opened the cupboard, took a plate, closed it, and attended to his food. He opened the polony and cut it into slices. "And the IED bomb? What's it for, if I may ask again?" Ryan asked, looking at Vince.
Vince looked up from the laptop. "I need you to create it for me to threaten the people in my organization not to kill Suvesh and my friends. I need to show them this piece Suvesh gave me and tell them he can be useful. The government is tracking us down, so I need to plant the bomb and destroy the building, leaving no trace of valuable stuff behind. We then need to lay low for a while. So, can you make a one. A powerful one?" Vince asked.
Ryan smirked. "You could've just said so, and don't worry, I'm the guy. I can ask my dad to lend you guys one of his business buildings. It has secret bases."
Vince's face lit up. "That's great!", he continued, "but I wonder how the others are doing."
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Meanwhile, elsewhere in the city:
"Damn, they're onto us!" Kgotso tightened his grip fiercely.
"I think I can get us some escape routes," Suvesh said, opening his laptop. "Let's see where we are," he muttered.
"Huh! What is he doing?" Lindo asked, filled with confusion.
"Oh, I got it. Go straight," Suvesh pointed out.
"Shit, we've got cops ahead of us!" Lindo shouted.
"Dammit, I see!" Kgotso said fiercely.
According to the map, they were on the eighth street. "See the first street? It's the ninth street. Take a hard left and enter it, then take a hard right," Suvesh exclaimed.
"Got it!" Kgotso quickly turned the steering wheel to his left. He removed his foot from the accelerator and stepped on the brake. He quickly pulled the handbrake up, causing the car to drift. He then pushed the handbrake down and stepped on the accelerator, then pulled the handbrake up once again, stepped on the brake, and turned the steering wheel to his right, causing the car to drift once more.
"Which way now? Straight, left, or right?" Kgotso asked calmly.
"Take the sixth street, the one before the fifth street, take a hard right," Suvesh exclaimed.
"Yho, baba, this is the best day of my life!" Lindo smirked.
"Seriously, we're going to get killed!" Suvesh's voice echoed loudly inside the car, causing the windows to almost crack.
"Bruh, chill, just focus on what you're doing. No one is dying today," Kgotso concluded.
"Okay! Once you do that, take a hard left, second road. There are fewer cars in that street too. Go straight, don't take any turns," Suvesh added.
"And step on it," Lindo reminded him.
"Yeah," Kgotso said plainly.
He then drove and did what Suvesh had told him. He took a hard right, then a hard left, entering the 4th Ave street. Ahead of them was an M20 street where cars were passing.
"We've got no chance here," Lindo whispered to himself.
"We just need perfect timing," Kgotso gazed at the mirror of the car that was in the middle. He saw the cops following him.
"I just hope I don't die," Suvesh muttered.
Kgotso stepped on the accelerator as hard as he could, increasing the car's speed. A car was driving close, and they quickly managed to pass it at the slightest second, entering a new road called Braeside road. The cops that were behind crashed into that car, bumping into each other.
Tsepo drove through the crash site and followed Kgotso. "Idiots! Why do we always have to do things on our own?" Tsepo bellowed.
"Yeah," Koketso took the walkie-talkie. "We need backup! Over and out. Step on it, gang."
"That's the plan, fam," Tsepo smirked.
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Meanwhile, at the headquarters:
"We don't know what side effects Nelson's chip has," Curl said. "Thando, go examine him. Nelson, follow her," he commanded.
"What about Vince?" Nelson gazed at Curl.
"You're not the only tech guy in here. Now, hush and go with Thando," Curl shook his head to his left side for a mere second.
"Fine," Nelson stood up. "Alright, let's go."
Thando and Nelson left the headquarters. Curl got a call from Koketso, telling him that the car they were chasing was one of the company's cars. Curl burst into anger, sat on the chair, and gazed at the computer. He hacked into one of the government satellites without them knowing.
"Let's see where you're headed, Vince," Curl exclaimed.
Nasiphi slowly left the headquarters, saying she didn't want to be involved. Curl let her go on her free will. He gazed at the computer and figured out where they were going.
"There's someone else in that car – first, a driver, and second, a person giving directions. Interesting," he picked up the phone and called Koketso to block all exit routes in Johannesburg, including escape routes. "Let's see if I still got it. Gift, take over the computer."
A short male appeared beside Curl, his face covered with a motorcycle helmet. He was wearing a black vest, pants, and shoes. Curl stood up and went to the training facility. He took one of his large, long, big guns – a sniper.
"My oh my, time to put this baby into action," he smirked. He left the room and went to his bedroom. He opened the wardrobe and took out a helmet, a black leather jacket, black jeans, and black Tekkies, alongside black gloves.
He wore his helmet alongside his clothes, took his sniper, and set off.