Palm City. A beach city that's home to anyone who's got a taste for that rush of adrenaline when they hit the gas, and burn rubber.

Just in case that didn't clue you in, this city is known for its legal street races in the day, and its notorious illegal street races at night. It's either chasing for first place, or running from the cops.

Whether it's night or day, in each race you earn bank. Bank is what we street racers call cash. The higher your position at the end of a race, the more bank you earn. But at night, you not only earn bank, you earn reputation, or rep for short.

Another difference with night racing is that once you're caught, you lose the rep you earned that night, and all, and I mean ALL, of your hard earned bank. The trick to avoid that?

DON'T!

GET!

CAUGHT!

The cops in this town, more specifically the task force against street racers at night, are ruthless.

Speaking of which...

The roar of engines were heard as the blacktop of the road under the night sky is currently empty for a couple of seconds until-

*VVVRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOM*

A speeding vehicle drove by, followed by two more vehicles with flashing red and blue lights. The ones with the flashing lights are in fact cop cars, and they're currently in a high speed pursuit of a speeding vehicle.

The vehicle they're chasing is a Dodge Challenger with black matte carbon body paint with metallic/chrome ice blue decals, and ice blue chrome rims. The decals being two chains on each side, a splattered paint design on the front of the hood, and the car's grill was a complete metallic/chrome ice blue, and the underside of the car had a light blue under glow (lights beneath the car) that matched the decal paint's color.

The driver of the challenger was kept hidden under the cover of darkness, so it was hard to get a good look at them.

"All units be advised, we're in hot pursuit of a black Dodge Challenger." One of the cops spoke over the driver's police radio scanner.

How? Because the radio is able to pick up what nearby cops are saying. Especially when it comes to high speed chases like this.

"Copy that. All units be advised, keep a look out for a black Dodge Challenger." Another cop said on the m scanner.

"Just another day in paradise." The driver said to himself with a smirk.

The driver then pressed a button on the dash board, and music began to play. But the music playing didn't come from the radio, it came from his phone, which was connected to the speakers by using Bluetooth.

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(Nothing too special is going on. He's just speeding down roads while avoiding vehicle collisions, and running from the cops while music is playing)

While the music was playing, more cops kept showing up to join in on the chase. Each time a cop car would hit the challenger, the driver still kept pushing forward, and even hit some of the them back, which caused a couple of them to wipeout. Not to mention he had to avoid colliding with vehicles going slower than him.

When the tunes ended, the radio picked up what was being said to the cops.

"Attention all units, we're sending in the rhino." Said, what the driver assumes is, dispatch.

"Damn. Gotta lose these guys, ASAP!" Said the driver.

"Oh SHIT!" The driver exclaimed as he swerved to avoid a rhino, or more accurately, heavily armored police trucks that are used for ramming.

Yeah. That dangerous when you're being chased by cops.

The driver saw one of the many speed ramps used by other street racers to make their cars or trucks earn some altitude after achieving enough speed, and what led to the ramp was an uphill highway.

Thinking fast, the driver swiftly turned right, drove up the highway with the cops still on his tail.

As he drove up the blacktop, a cop rammed him from behind.

"Shit! You asshole!" The driver cussed out angrily.

Up ahead, the driver saw where the grass that divided the highway had no dividers.

That's his opening.

Once he was getting close enough, the driver timed it just right. He tapped his brakes, swiftly spun the wheel to the left, drifted over the grass, and onto the highway going the opposite direction.

Now going downhill, the driver had to maneuver around other vehicles going too slow for him, and at the same time try to outrun the still persistent cops.

As he picked up speed, so did the cops. He was tempted to flip open a tiny cover, and press a red button to activate the nitro boost, but decided to wait until he was close to the ramp.

Another cop car slammed into his left side to try and throw him off.

"Now you're just asking for it." The driver said in annoyance.

He retaliated by slamming into the cop car's right side, and there just so happened to be a pickup truck in front of it. Needless to say, the cop's cruiser is totaled.

"Dammit, my car's totaled!" The cop exclaimed in anger over the radio.

"That's for scratching my paint job, you jackass!" The driver quipped.

He could see the ramp coming up, so he flipped the switch cover, and pressed the button. Once he did, the car lurched forward, and picked up speed in a matter of seconds.

"LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He shouted.

The car met the ramp, and it flew through the air.

It flew over trees down below, and then it touched down in a clearing near some wetlands close to the city.

(I'd show a video of what long jump it is, but I currently can't find it)

The driver hit the brakes, and kept his car still. He checked his scanner to hear what the cops were saying about him.

"Anyone have eyes on that challenger? I've lost sight of him."

The driver remained where he is. Not taking any chances to move without the risk of getting caught.

"Get out there, and find that damn car!" Spoke someone that the driver knew.

Eva Torres. Real big pain in the ass.

After what felt like a minute, one of the officers spoke up.

"Dispatch I think we've lost the challenger."

"Fine, call off the search for now. They'll turn up at some point." Spoke Torres.

"Copy that."

The driver breathed a sigh of relief. But before he could drive off, his phone went off. It nearly scared the hell out of him, but he quickly answered.

"Yo! Lucas! You ok out there? Heard that you've pissing off the whole police force tonight." Spoke another familiar voice, but this one is a friend.

Zeke Dunbar.

"Jesus, Zeke, scared the crap outta me. But yeah, I'm fine. But the car is pretty banged up. I'll be heading back to the garage. Just keep an eye on that scanner to make sure I don't run into anymore cops on the way back." The driver spoke, now confirmed to be named Lucas.

"Roger that, Hound Dog."

After they hung up, Lucas began his drive back towards his place of living, while his friend watched his back on the radar.