She pushed herself out from underneath the car that she had been working on, her head laying back against the padding of the rolling bench that she was laying on. Blue eyes now stare up at the ceiling of the Auto Doc where she worked for Brock. A torque wrench slowly raised up and down as she took breath after breath, contemplating what it was that she planned to do for the night. Many of her nights as of late had been a boring cycle of wake up, drink coffee, go to work, go home, eat, go to sleep and repeat. Isabeau thought about her last few months. She hadn't killed anyone in a while, maybe that was why she was so antsy. Or perhaps it was because she hadn't had a good race in a very, very long time. Her eyes rolled upward and looked at the car she was just under and a smile slowly started to pull at the corners of her full lips.
That! That is what she would do tonight after work. With plan in mind, she slid under the car again to finish her work before it was time to leave. She was almost humming she was so please, and it was rare that she was pleased or happy to the point that she was humming or singing or even smiling. Smiling was something she hadn't done since she was a kid so it looked odd on her face. Good thing she was under the car.where no one could see such a thing on her face.
Hours later, she wiped off as much of the oil and grease that she could off her hands and face before tossing the used red rag at the tool box as she walked passed it. In the office, she opened up her locker and pulled out her things, what little things she carried on her - a messenger bag that was usually filled with things she 'picked up', her leather jacket, her gun, her dagger, and her keys. It wasn't long before she was walking out of the shop, heading for the exit and then heading for the car park where she left her 2002 Nissan Skyline GT-R, a car that she had tuned to perfection so that it could do zero to a hundred in eleven seconds flat.
With a turn of a key, the car growled to life, the sound of the flowmaster she had installed on the thing echoed through the car park as she let the car idle for a moment before she pulled out and peeled out, leaving a small strip of rubber on the ground. Drifting around the corners as she went down ramp after ramp and then found herself on the street. She put the car into gear and really opened her up, the engine revving and easing back as she shifted from one gear to the next until she found herself nearly to the southern most point of the city.
When she got to where she was going, Isabeau pulled up next to a car she knew would be another racer. The only difference between her and and the other car was that she knew that the person behind the wheel cared nothing about actual performance. The design of the car proved that. It was all looks nothing else. All bark, no bite. And now, it was about to get bitten. She rolled down her window and waited for the person to do the same. "I have a grand that says I beat you to the third light."
"How about a date instead?" He called back, causing her to roll her eyes.
"I'm not here to offer you a piece of ***, only an adrenaline rush, or are you scared you'll lose?" She taunted, he snarled a little and then held up a grand of his own before she nodded and turned her attention to the light. Her fingers drummed on the wheel, revving her engine a little to make sure that she was the first off the line. Of course, she knew she would be even if she turned her engine all the way off. Green, and with a loud squeal of rubber on asphalt she was off like a bullet, the car weaving around slower cars, moving from gear to gear. She glanced over and watched as the car beside her shot passed her, clearly the *** had NoS installed, but she didn't care, she did too but he, like the idiot he was, used it too early. She smiled evilly as she hit the button and moments later found her car not only passing him, but beating him to the 'finish' line.
To make sure that the *** didn't try to bug out on her, she skidded the car to a stop in front of him blocking his path. He had two choices, hit her and likely kill them both or stop. He wasn't ballsy enough to hit her and risk his life obviously because he skidded to a stopped. She waited for him to get out for a few minutes but when he didn't she got out of her own car and walked up to him with her gun drawn. "Money! Now!" She demanded and by the look on his face, she could tell he just pissed himself like the wussy he was. His window came down and the money was handed out. Using her free hand she pulled it out of his grip and then smacked him hard with the butt of her gun, knocking him out. "Asshole." She growled as she turned for her car again.
That! That is what she would do tonight after work. With plan in mind, she slid under the car again to finish her work before it was time to leave. She was almost humming she was so please, and it was rare that she was pleased or happy to the point that she was humming or singing or even smiling. Smiling was something she hadn't done since she was a kid so it looked odd on her face. Good thing she was under the car.where no one could see such a thing on her face.
Hours later, she wiped off as much of the oil and grease that she could off her hands and face before tossing the used red rag at the tool box as she walked passed it. In the office, she opened up her locker and pulled out her things, what little things she carried on her - a messenger bag that was usually filled with things she 'picked up', her leather jacket, her gun, her dagger, and her keys. It wasn't long before she was walking out of the shop, heading for the exit and then heading for the car park where she left her 2002 Nissan Skyline GT-R, a car that she had tuned to perfection so that it could do zero to a hundred in eleven seconds flat.
With a turn of a key, the car growled to life, the sound of the flowmaster she had installed on the thing echoed through the car park as she let the car idle for a moment before she pulled out and peeled out, leaving a small strip of rubber on the ground. Drifting around the corners as she went down ramp after ramp and then found herself on the street. She put the car into gear and really opened her up, the engine revving and easing back as she shifted from one gear to the next until she found herself nearly to the southern most point of the city.
When she got to where she was going, Isabeau pulled up next to a car she knew would be another racer. The only difference between her and and the other car was that she knew that the person behind the wheel cared nothing about actual performance. The design of the car proved that. It was all looks nothing else. All bark, no bite. And now, it was about to get bitten. She rolled down her window and waited for the person to do the same. "I have a grand that says I beat you to the third light."
"How about a date instead?" He called back, causing her to roll her eyes.
"I'm not here to offer you a piece of ***, only an adrenaline rush, or are you scared you'll lose?" She taunted, he snarled a little and then held up a grand of his own before she nodded and turned her attention to the light. Her fingers drummed on the wheel, revving her engine a little to make sure that she was the first off the line. Of course, she knew she would be even if she turned her engine all the way off. Green, and with a loud squeal of rubber on asphalt she was off like a bullet, the car weaving around slower cars, moving from gear to gear. She glanced over and watched as the car beside her shot passed her, clearly the *** had NoS installed, but she didn't care, she did too but he, like the idiot he was, used it too early. She smiled evilly as she hit the button and moments later found her car not only passing him, but beating him to the 'finish' line.
To make sure that the *** didn't try to bug out on her, she skidded the car to a stop in front of him blocking his path. He had two choices, hit her and likely kill them both or stop. He wasn't ballsy enough to hit her and risk his life obviously because he skidded to a stopped. She waited for him to get out for a few minutes but when he didn't she got out of her own car and walked up to him with her gun drawn. "Money! Now!" She demanded and by the look on his face, she could tell he just pissed himself like the wussy he was. His window came down and the money was handed out. Using her free hand she pulled it out of his grip and then smacked him hard with the butt of her gun, knocking him out. "Asshole." She growled as she turned for her car again.
