Infinito has become the top group of illegal street racers with the guidance of mentor Erie Illyria Vosslen. Under the organization named Les Voleurs, the mafia's first money makers, they were bound to hasten on streets to keep the heist going.
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Ten in the morning.
Blix and I are here at Les Noir Confreries' mansion, specifically at Ace's office. We're with his whole team, the seven of them and then the tow of us are occupying the seats of this rectangular wooden table.
It's normal for us to borrow members from other organizations if we think we're lacking. Each organization plays a certain role and good at a certain part. We are meant behind the wheels while they are good with using guns. Noong nakaraan kami ang nanghiram sa kanila dahil kailangan namin ng eksperto sa barilan tapos ngayon sila naman ang manghihiram dahil kailangan nila ng magaling magmaneho. Hiraman lang para mapadali ang misyon.
"The weapons got stolen and we have to get it back no matter what." Ace spoke, dragging a marker against the board. "It's on a black T-153P box truck at the old warehouse." Pagbanggit niya ng plate nunber at uri ng sasakyan.
"What exactly do you want us to do?" Few heads whipped at my direction. Tahimik lang kaming nakikinig ni Blix kanina at ngayon ko lang naisipang magtanong. Nabanggit na ni Ace ang mga importanteng detalye kanina, ang gusto ko lang malaman ay kung paano talaga kami makakatulong ni Blix.
"Wait inside your cars till we open the garage. If ten minutes had passed and we're still inside, never leave the car, no matter how big the commotion is. The truck might escape."
"And if it escapes?"
"Hook the truck. Drag it. Hanggang sa port, may cargo ship na naghihintay roon." Pinagpag ni Ace ang magkabila niyang kamay. "All clear?"
"Hell yes." I stood up, smirking.
***
Gunshots rang through the air. Shattering glasses and sounds of metal whacking another metal were also heard. But I'm here inside a matte black Dodge Challenger, jamming to Five Seconds of Summer's Youngblood.
The distinct sound of Ace's double pistol added a unique sound to the soundtrack and it hyped the hell out of me. Grabbing the walkie talkie, I started lip syncing the song. Narinig ko pa ang sigawan ng ilan sa kanila at para bang nagkakapikunan na pero tuloy lang ako sa ginagawa ko.
Just give me a nice song and I can be a little more crazy.
I nodded my head, tapped my feet, and mouthed the lyrics, not minding the chaos happening inside the garage. Kapag natapos ang kantang 'to, sakto na sa sampung minuto. Twenty seconds left. They should be opening that goddamn garage door anytime soon.
Inayos ko ang rearview mirror at nakita ko ang repleksyon ko roon. Nag-ayos pa ako ng buhok at pinagpagan ang suot kong shirt.
As the playlist shuffled to another track, I saw the garage door opening. I saw Zero lifting it up alone with a rifle hanging on his shoulder. Naiser suddenly crept across and also helped lifting the door.
