TT: No Honor Among Thieves (1)
Another TT story!
TT: No Honor Among Thieves
Fall 2213
Somewhere roughly 40 miles Outside of New Chicago
I know for a fact that this goddamned crate is just laughing at me. Mocking me that I can't see the beautiful, beautiful contents it holds. I HATE CRATES! GAAAAAAHHHH!!! Now theses a crowbar in my hand ready to go nuts on it and bring out the pretty sonuva bitch inside. But I gotta wait. At least it's already in a good position here in my garage, right between the Rose Type 57 and Blazefury ATH. Not that my garage is a bad place to be anywhere. The pearl white floors, the racing red walls, and more incredible machines to make even Jay Leno envious. At least he should be now considering what I just got. Having connections in Sweden does wonders. No, I didn't just get the latest Acro hypercar. Hannes gifted me an Uträtta outright on release as a thank-you for our recent business deals together. He got a Blazefury on release in return before it even debuted in Europe. But that's not the point. Hannes did help me get what I got today. He knows people. Like, royal people. And those royal people had brake fluid going through their veins and a mind set on nothing more but the likes of pistons and superchargers. Getting this royalty to like you will come with it's perks, like what's in the crate right now. Such a pain in the ass that I can't open it until----
*BBBZZZZZZ*
*KRSHH*"Fuck you, Adam. You gonna open the door or what? It's cold as balls out here and I've only got two more days in the Illinios." *KRSHH*
On the security display was just who I was waiting for, giving the cam the classic double one-digit solute. He rode here in the good ol' Harrier Harpoon as well! I recognize that idling V8 anywhere. Any more and it'll tear down my villa and open the bowels of hell. I let him in and he revs the harpoon in, giving a few revs that reverberate through the garage. It'd be annoying if I wasn't growing a third testicle from the sheer amount of badassery from it. He parks the hunk of muscle next to my personal Destroyer GTS, dwarfing it. Eh, I can at least take him in the curves. He walks up with this bored expression on his face. Oh god, I CANNOT wait to wipe it off.
"So, why am I here? 'sup with the crate?"
"That crate is EXACTLY why you're here!"
"Really? What's so special about it? What'cha illegally import now?"
"Not illegally per say, but definably imported. Only 4 of these things ever were, and one of them is mine. ALLLLL MIIIINNE!"
"Well, quit pissing yourself and show me! I don't have alot of time."
So you have wished, so it shall be. I've been waiting for two fucking days to do this! Christ, I can barely walk. I start tearing away at the boards with the crowbar, hands all sweaty and my heart racing faster than a Firepower in 6th gear. Finally, the last board is off! I get to take my first look of this thing in my own home. The last time I saw it was back in Sweden, but now it's----
"......so, is it invisible or something?"
TT: No Honor Among Thieves (1)
Another TT story!
TT: No Honor Among Thieves
Fall 2213
Somewhere roughly 40 miles Outside of New Chicago
I know for a fact that this goddamned crate is just laughing at me. Mocking me that I can't see the beautiful, beautiful contents it holds. I HATE CRATES! GAAAAAAHHHH!!! Now theses a crowbar in my hand ready to go nuts on it and bring out the pretty sonuva bitch inside. But I gotta wait. At least it's already in a good position here in my garage, right between the Rose Type 57 and Blazefury ATH. Not that my garage is a bad place to be anywhere. The pearl white floors, the racing red walls, and more incredible machines to make even Jay Leno envious. At least he should be now considering what I just got. Having connections in Sweden does wonders. No, I didn't just get the latest Acro hypercar. Hannes gifted me an Uträtta outright on release as a thank-you for our recent business deals together. He got a Blazefury on release in return before it even debuted in Europe. But that's not the point. Hannes did help me get what I got today. He knows people. Like, royal people. And those royal people had brake fluid going through their veins and a mind set on nothing more but the likes of pistons and superchargers. Getting this royalty to like you will come with it's perks, like what's in the crate right now. Such a pain in the ass that I can't open it until----
*BBBZZZZZZ*
*KRSHH*"Fuck you, Adam. You gonna open the door or what? It's cold as balls out here and I've only got two more days in the Illinios." *KRSHH*
On the security display was just who I was waiting for, giving the cam the classic double one-digit solute. He rode here in the good ol' Harrier Harpoon as well! I recognize that idling V8 anywhere. Any more and it'll tear down my villa and open the bowels of hell. I let him in and he revs the harpoon in, giving a few revs that reverberate through the garage. It'd be annoying if I wasn't growing a third testicle from the sheer amount of badassery from it. He parks the hunk of muscle next to my personal Destroyer GTS, dwarfing it. Eh, I can at least take him in the curves. He walks up with this bored expression on his face. Oh god, I CANNOT wait to wipe it off.
"So, why am I here? 'sup with the crate?"
"That crate is EXACTLY why you're here!"
"Really? What's so special about it? What'cha illegally import now?"
"Not illegally per say, but definably imported. Only 4 of these things ever were, and one of them is mine. ALLLLL MIIIINNE!"
"Well, quit pissing yourself and show me! I don't have alot of time."
So you have wished, so it shall be. I've been waiting for two fucking days to do this! Christ, I can barely walk. I start tearing away at the boards with the crowbar, hands all sweaty and my heart racing faster than a Firepower in 6th gear. Finally, the last board is off! I get to take my first look of this thing in my own home. The last time I saw it was back in Sweden, but now it's----
"......so, is it invisible or something?"