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Looking forward to the next part of the story :yup:
Love it, definitely shoulda brought the evo.
Can't wait to come home and update my gt6 and run with you guys again. Built some sweet 500 and 450 cars my style. Ironically haven't built an evo yet. Hey wynter, since "my" s15 is all banged up, you think I could swap it for my 71 grabber blue mach 1 stang from our running in the 80s season?
OPERATION RED!!!ACT III: Drive Revealed
January 8, 2012
Outlaw Street Enterprises Headquarters
“Yes...send him in.” Timber said as he peered outside his office window, observing the falling rain. “So lo and behold he comes to me”, Timber thought to himself, “I suppose this is for the better.” His office door opened, a figure emerged. A slender man whose face was veiled by the fumes of the cigarette he blew. All remained silent as the door creaked shut. “So you came after all.”, Timber stated with a stern bewilderment. “All the better… all the better.” Timber turned around sat down at his desk. “So, how are you?” Timed asked rhetorically. “It’s been a while since we’ve been face to face.” The man said nothing. “Quiet as always,” Timber said, “but you have been causing quite a ruckus on the streets. Many rabble on about the mysterious racer who intrudes on races and then vanishes thereafter. Seems like you have been having fun. But let’s get to the heart of the matter. You’ve been neglecting your mission, my orders. Your instructions were to bring knowledge of the Legend of the Streets to racers across the land. You were to impress them and lead them to our little clique. However, you’ve been…absent in this regard. You race but you disrupt the very races that ensure my dream.” Timber rose from his seat and looked down, introspecting. “When I came here 9 years ago, I had nothing. I was but a foreigner with no value to his name. The only thing that drove me is my love for motorsport. For years, I worked at a garage developing parts. The locals were impressed with by my work, but the fame of it all went to my boss. In this culture, fame goes to highest head. You can imagine what happened next. I struck out on my own. I founded Ose not long after, but of course I was still a nobody. Even so, fortune would smile on me. My products quickly became popular; OSE became the ‘go to’ brand. Fame came to me, and no one else. As you can tell as of now, I achieved my goal. I have another venture. Arrogance you may call it, but I have the drive to create an empire, one of street racing. Indeed, the authorities look down it, but that’s the beauty of it. I intend to use politics and human nature to legalize it, hence where Legend of the Streets comes into play. The purpose of such is to create a an all-encompassing network of street racing and expand it. When something becomes common it becomes the norm and no longer becomes demonized. Street racing will become legitimate and I, Timber, will become the legendary founder of this sector. Now you see the issue with your actions? Your disruption of the various teams’ affairs prevents expansion.” Timber looked up, glaring at the man. “You are my shadow, you follow me. You’d be nothing without me. Remember who you were and go forth. Leave me!” The man turned about and left the office. Timber sat down and reached for the phone. “Things are as I thought.” Timber said to himself, ”I guess it’s time to initiate operation Red.