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(Yep, that's a ten-four, good neighbours, this ol' convoy's up and running.)

Life was good.
"Nothing better'n the open road, cash in the bank and good set o' wheel under your control. Ain't that right, Vincent?” said Joe Sanders to his black haired gunner beside him. A driver cut him off and he slammed on the brakes, and checked his mirror to make sure the trailer wasn't jackknifing on him, "Buggy four-wheeler." he muttered.

(Lets start off with a little action shall we)

Robin was chasing after a know race coordinator, the guy was weaving in and out of lanes not really caring for anyone else. Robin kept to one side making sure not to lose the guy, Robin got on his helmet radio "Demon in pursuit of known race cheif, police en route, attempting to disable. Any riggers up ahead box him in." Robin revved his Tomahawk up and closed in on the racer, exceeding 120 mph, This guy is so going to bite it, and with it that $60,000 reward. Robin pulled right up behind the yellow sports car. Ready to fire his cables.

"Demon this is Bandoleer, what your ten-twenty? We'll keep an eye out but it's clear sailing 'round here." replied Joe, glancing at Vincent, "You let me know when you want to hit the gunboat ya hear?"

"Sideways or Bust!!" Was the cry as Jitu pushed his car within meer inches of of his challenger. His drifiting abilites were seemingly unriviled. The corners were his friends, and thus he took advantage of them, snapping his car left to right and back again as he slid with in touching distance of the other mans steering wheel.

"Demon Dogs play with their pray until it gives up the fight." Jitu called, the smell of burnt rubber bringing a calm smile to his lips. He feinted his ride towards the stands of the final sweeper, popping the clutch and rocketing by his oppenent on the outside of the course.

The roar from the stands was enormous as Jitu slide across the line, sitting out the window on the door of his car as he turned Donouts for the hyped crowd. Even the announcer was into the run."DID YOU SEE THAT LADY'S AND GENTLEMEN!!?? THE DEMON DOG OF AFRICA STRIKES DOWN ANOTHER!!!"

Jitu couldn't help but go along with it, he loved the attention, he loved the crowd and the people. He just couldn't help himself. This was his life and it always had been. It's who he was...A Racer, A Drifter, and a Professional Outlaw. Driving was just his forte and there were few who could match his overall car control.

"A Demon Dog am I, and shadows of the blacktop are we!" He called out, his crew,fans and fellow racers howling in unison to salute his victory."Let's take it to the slopes once the sun falls...Then...We will have a show." He continued on, howling back to his pack of admirers, driving his car to it's show spot among the other drivers.

Robin got on his radio "Im about 10 minutes past of truck stop 4", reving his bike's engine again he grinned "This guy is a racer come on, lets end this." Robin launched 2 of his cables, they dug deep into the rear of the car. "Lets go for a little ride." Robin dropped back a ways and then gunned the Tomahawks v-10 and rocketed past the racer, as the cables went taught the racer's car was jerked sideways and spun out. Joe could see the smoke up ahead. The racer's car had slammed into the guard rail. Robin radioed the cops and then he was off. "Too easy" , Robin radioed in "Racer chief is in custody, vehicle disabled. Demon out." Robin gunned his bike and went off like a shot going from 0-60 in under 2 seconds. Robin was heading up to a near by rest stop to get some food after an easy catch.

Vincent turned to Joe, "Guess that won't be necessary. Sounds like its 10-95, already." A wry grin followed. "Maybe we should meet up with other guy. Always good to know who we got as reinforcements when we got them."

Joe nodded as a bike trailing a pair of cable ends sped by.
"Aye. Yo, Demon, you up for a little rendevous up ahead? I'm driving that fancy black rig you just smoked by, you copy?" letting up on the gas, Joe drifted onto the off ramp and scanned the lot for a parking spot. Turning in, he waved at a trucker just disembarking and shut off the engine. Jumping down, he pushed off the ground with his hand and stood up. "Whooeee! Does feel good to have solid ground under the feet eh Vincent?"

Kacy was leaning up against her bike having herself a hamburger. She was half way done with it when a another Large black rig came up. This looked nice but almost like all of the others. So she continued to chow down on her hamburger.

Vincent couldn't help but grin at Joe's antics. "You're telling me? I figured I'd be the one to be happy for solid ground under my feet." He looked around trying to spot Demon. "You think he's here yet?"

Robin had sped into the rest stop, pulling a 180 as he swing his Tomahawk around to the gas pump. The bike sounded like a jet turbine stock silver with the word 'DEMON' painted black on both sides. Robin had retraced his grappling cables. Clad in his solid black bike suit and black biker helmet you really couldn't tell anything from looking at him, until he took off the helmet. Black hair falling to his knees came down. He filled up his bike, which was oddly quick and pulled his bike around to where Kacy was eating. He checked her bike out then her and made a small remark "Cute" With a little laugh to himself.

Kacy watched a another biker came up the ramp towar the stop. She was in compelete awe of him at first. He was dressed in black leather and the bike was a shiny sliver. He started to show off his moves doing a 180 in the gas pump. He stood up and Kacy's heart droped. Why do all the short people have the best bikes. Why can't a tall dark an hansome get off a cool bike. She had stoped eating while she was watching him but returned to it again unintrested in him. He pulled up near her when she was about to throw away the trash. "Thanks, You bike is cool too. Or do you mean me?" Not really hearing the laugh or not persueing his ego, Robin couldn't tell.

(hes only 2 inches shorter, or i can make him taller if you want *Snicker*)

Robin a little surprised by her brazen remark chuckled. "My, aren't you a funny one." I bet that thing cant go faster than 220 at best "Names Robin, bounty hunter, and fastest man alive." He outstretched his hand in greeting.

Attracted by the squeeling if a single tire Joe walked to the rear of the trailer, "Look like he's that fella with the silver bike there. You go on ahead, I think I felt the firebird shift." naturally, he probably hadn't, but he had a certain fondness for the black classic car and spent many free hours tinkering with something on it. Or filling in bullet holes. Tugging the door open he pulled himself up without lowering the powered ramp and picked up a wrench that had fallen.

(What ever you want... depends on if you want a groupy or not :wink:)

She smiles and shakes his hand. "Wouldn't doubt it either with that bike, at least. My name is Kacy, Bounty hunter is probably the best way to discribe what i do." She looks him up and down a little bit more.

Standing in front of her he was actually a small bit taller than she was. He only looked shorter from a distance because his bike was so large. "Its a pleasure to meet you Kacy." Robin's forest green eyes gave and his laid back demeanor gave off a feeling that wasn't usually connected with bounty hunters. After shaking her hand Robin cellphone began to ring. "Excuse me for a moment" quickly flipping it open he answered "Demon, ok slow down, what do you mean, whos thugs?, O, his thugs..." As Robin closed his cell putting it in his pocket 4 black SUV's pulled into the lot. Robin quickly whispered to Kacy "Get out of here, you can be seen with me." A man in a black suit, with sunglasses stepped out of the passenger side of the first car. "Mr. Demon it look like you've made some enemies today." Robin was backing away from Kacy and towards his Tomahawk. "Well we all need to make a living." And with a single deft action leaped onto his bike slapped on his helmet his long hair disappearing into his jacket he sped off peeling out of the rest area just as the man in the suit started to pull out a 9mm. The Black SUV's chased after him.