"AND THERE OFF FOKES!" The announcer yelled in to his mike as the racers peeled off from the starting grid and instantly car feel behind as some cars grabbed the lead.

A Lamborghini Aventador and huracan took the lead out of the gates. Getting great trackson on the fresh pavement.

An nissian GT-R fallowed them, the cocky driver throwing the car in to a drift on a straight away becouse he had pulled a away from the pack early in the race.

Eric soon fallowed them in his performance car. The V-10 and the trubos yelling. He knows the mother road like the back of his hand and keeps with the group.  Being fallowed by a Dodge demon and a lil red express. A Land Rover SUV was behind them but soon feel behind as a 1996 Dodge Charger passed the Land Rover and the small pack of four cars took off, soon to be fallowed by a Subaru BZR. The pack left cars behind but one did stand out.

A Jeep Wrangler That was clearly heavily modified. The sounds it gave off was the grumble of a supercharged V-8, the rally supposition sat softly under the weight, but yet the blacked out windows hid the identity of the driver. It keep closer to the Dodge Viper but feel behind from the engine difference. Eric glanced behind the car keeping a eye on the Wrangler.

A Mazda rx-5 was behind the group and feel behind with a stock 2015 ford mustang. The v-6 in the mustang stranded to try to get up to the pack as it just didn't have the power to get there. Several blacked out Ford Explorers raced up behind the camaro and it soon found its self off the main road, on to a side street and in a hole lot of trouble.

Several men, dressed in black, with assault rifles leaned out the windows of the explorers and took turns takeing pit shots at the car as it attempted dodge the shots as two extra suvs pulled up to each side and pinned it in place. The men whooped and yelled in Russian as they pelted the rear windshield with bullets as the car slowed, one man pulled the pin on a thermal grenade and threw it in to the rear of the car as they broke Of and a bright light came from the inside of the car. After a few moments the car was alive with flames and gun shots filled the air, soon after that. A large explosion rocks the ground and a fire ball is launched in to the air.

"AND WE HAVE THE FRIST DEATH FOLKS! TEAM 15 HAS BEEN ELIMINATED FROM THE RACE!" The announcer said with to much joy at the death of the team. The crowd cheered and roared as they watched the Russians loaded up and continued on there hunt.