"Mike, bring my car to the hotel."

The dark sky was turning to hues of purple, orange, red and blue. Titus helps the Marines load up their supplies as Mike pulls up in a black coupe 1965 Mustang GT 350. Seeing Micheal speaking with Stefan and the Marines squad leader Mike walks toward them.

"Micheal your car is fueled and washed."

Mike tosses Micheal the keys. Thomas, the squad leader, whistles while examining the car.

"Is that what I think it is?" he directs his question toward Micheal.

"Better bet your life on it! Do you want to ride with me?"  

"Hell yeah, I do! I always wanted to see what those babies could do!" 

The marines load up in the humvee and prep the .50 cal.

"Hey, Titus what about a race? First one over the tracks wins!"

"Micheal, you are crazy my Jaguar can go 200 mph vs your 150 mph! But if you want to lose that's fine." Titus shrugs.

Two distinct engines rev, a 4.7 L V-8 and a turbocharged 16 value diesel; echoing through the morning street.

"One, two, three! " smoke covers the rear of each vehicle.  The clutches are released, each vehicle accelerates but then the trunk on Titus' Jaguar pops open as a hungover Marine rolls out the trunk closing after he falls on the ground.

"Assholes! Which one of you cocksuckers put me in there?!" the marine stumbles to his feet attempting to walk to the Humvee.

The event gets a chuckle from Micheal and a roar of laughter from everyone except Titus, who floors the gas pedal passing Micheal like a hare passes a turtle.

"Thomas will you reach inside that middle console and press the blue button once." each end of Micheal's lips curve into a humored grin. Putting just enough pressure on the button there is a hissing sound as nitrous oxide gas is pushed out of the purge system located at the rear of the front tire. The liquid nitrous oxide is pumped into the cylinder where it separates into elements. Gas flows into the cylinder, mixing with the oxide after which blue flames shoot out of the exhaust propelling the car forward and causing both Micheal and Thomas to be pressed against their seats. They gradually overtake Titus, who glares as they pass.

An eerie whistle blasts into the air, train tracks start to rattle  and the cross bars flash as they begin to fall. Pulling his handle brake, Titus makes a hard u-turn making skid marks. Titus watching in horror as Micheal speeds over the tracks cause his vehicle to fly about two feet in the air just as the train zooms past. 

I swear if you die, Micheal, I am not burying your dumbass. I will leave you for the fucking vultures to eat and squirrels to piss on

"Crrrcht, You are a suicidual crazy ass son of a bitch!"

"Ya ya I've been told."

"Micheal, remind me never to ride with you again. I nearly shit myself."

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"Your men failed! They were supposed to get information not to engage and get killed!"

"Mr. Crewe, I apologize for the inconvenience but I do have an idea for solving your problem. Hon'nin dake ga seito o taosu koto ga dekimasu."

"What the hell is that and how does it help?!"

"You have been going about this all wrong. Send their master and surely they will be defeated."

"Very well then," Crewe turns his head to someone on the far right side of the room "you know what to do. Don't forget the motivation we have for you in case you get any ideas." each side of his lips curl to form an evil smirk of vengeance.