*goes to work* “Nice, a new shipment of parts, lets see... a fender for a barstow, a roamer exaust and some wheels” Stores them in the back *starts working on a moonhawk*
I can fix the engine myself, and may even swap the 5.5 out of my D-series into the Roamer. As for the rust, it's too far gone to effectively repair it. You can swap the frame, but the body's almost as bad as the frame that's under it right now.
ah i see, yeah, i think that is too far gone to really fix, all you can do is make it run as long as possible, but thats it.
*After getting reports of the stolen Pessima heading towards Utah, I call @zestyfolfdude and @98crownvic and tell them to meet at my house.* Hopefully we can catch up to this guy...
While I was driving I see some black pessima one was going fast the second one was driving slow so I called police Police has arrived and they was suspects so police stopped the pessimas and blocked the way They now arrested 22years old and 24
I'm in the middle of picking up my brand new daily driver when my phone buzzes with Brien's text. Onece I arrive at his house, the mood is tense. I feel my heart beating out of my chest. It's hard to swallow. I feel like screaming. My brain is racking itself, trying to come up with the answer- Should I got to Utah? Should I stay? Every part in my body knows the answer- and my wallet does, too. "Alright, guys. You know what we're here for. The only option we have is to go to Utah, right?" Silence. "Tracking this guy down won't be easy, but it's what we do. We're the ones who've taken down a massive criminal organization, defeated them a second time, lived in too many cities to count, and, through it all, have managed to stay pals." I looked around at Brien's farmhouse. We're sitting in his kitchen, the afternoon sun streaming through the windows. The faces sitting at the table are determined, strong... and ready for action. "I've got you guys some new gear. Most of it is in a wearhouse two minutes away, but i've got some stuff at my house." I stand up, the chair screeching away. I walk out the front door and to my new D15, recently restored. I hop in, telling everyone to follow behind me in their cars. in a matter of minures, we're at a small warehouse on a wharf. I step out of the car, aand pull open the large wooden door in front, pieces of rusty handle flaking off in my hands. Sitting on a folding table against a far wall are- Three MP5 SMGS Three Glock 17 Pistols Three Bulletproof vests MP5 and Glock magazines Flashlight attatchments Three pairs of black fingerless gloves "We want to maintain a relatively low profile, but people need to know we're cops.As you'll notice, the vests have a very clear police marking on both sides. You can wear regular clothes, black is preferred. Wear short sleeves, Utah's hot." I pull on a cord, and an ainchent lighbulb flickers to life. Underneath the bulb sits a black Grand Marshal, of the unmarked police flavor. "Leave your cars here, this is what we're going to take." After the gear is put into the trunk and we all pile in, one last stop is made to my house. We grab some snacks for the road. Once we're done, I tell my friends to wait in the car as i bring out one more piece of gear. I walk outside moments later with Boris, my German Sheperd. He's about a year and a half old. I got him this morning when I went to the shelter to get a loyal companion after my black lab, Navy, died last week. I walked into the shelter with a heavy heart, but walked out feeling like a kid on Christmas day. The moment I saw him, my heart melted- he was perfect. Evidently, he felt the same- and he was in my living room two hours later. He's sociable, intellegent, and friendly- but he's a bit too adventurous for his own good. He found out that a carton of eggs is, in fact, not a toy very quickly. After the dog hopped in the backseat next to Brien, he flopped down in the footwell and took a nap. Five minutes later, we were on the road.
Nice dog you have here. I’m sure he’ll help us out. Anyway, we’re looking for a blue Pessima, he can’t be that far and we know he’s injured.
as i am working, i suddenly get a message. its about an urgent delivery in Utah. i grab my etk, which has become a little dirty due to me using the burnside as daily driver, and attach a trailer. i load up a grey bluebuck, and strap it down. i secure my burnside, knowing this will be a long trip. i head to the main road, and turn on the radio, hearing of a stolen blue pessima. as im driving i see a black grand marshal, but i dont think much of it. traffic is heavy, but i drive on. this will be a while.
"I haven't a clue how you've got an entire police department's worth of gear hidden in a warehouse, but heck, I'll take it. Nice car you've got, too." I look through the GM's window. "You know, this is kinda a bad time for this guy to be fleeing to Utah. I've got a meeting with some of BeamCom's top brass coming up soon, and I haven't even started the Powerpoint. Oh well, high speed chases are more interesting than presentations anyways. Not that I'd ever want to start a chase, cuz, you know, it's dangerous and all, but still."
Ah well, the job will have to wait. Hopefully we can get this guy to surrender or just kill him and head back home.
As im driving, i can still see the gm, it seems as if were going to the same place. Something feels off about this delivery, but before i can think, i see a legran wreck in to the guardrails, luckily i avoided it, but it seemed like a bad crash, the gm seemed to be fine as well. I look back, and the bluebuck is also still fine. I continue as the radio warns for a blue pessima once more
*As we reach the outskirts of Utah, we see a blue Pessima, @JetPoweredMacintosh™ piloting it* That's the Pessima right there. Lets follow him for a bit, see if he leads us to a hideout.
*as im driving, i look where the car needs to go. turns out, it is in the middle of nowhere. i look at the bluebuck, which is still just sitting there. it seems like the marshal went a different way. i later arrive at the middle of nowhere, where a shady figure hands me the cash, and takes the bluebuck. although i have my doubts, it was all done legally, so even if something happens, im not going to jail, hopefully. after receiving the money, and doing all the paperwork, i see the man drive away. i have no idea where he is going, since he wasnt following the road, but i shouldnt worry about that, and i should just start getting back home. before i do that, i visit a gas station, and settle down for the day.*
Traded and ordered Electric car It is base version With stock wheels stock spiring only ABS front engine 40w battery black interior no spoiler stock front bumper etc After 2weeks I got a message:your order is ready you can pick it up and autoservice So I arrived
*Currently in Utah, left EC, cuz of issues with "few people". Don't know why, but I sort of get the message. --- Post updated --- --- Post updated --- --- Post updated --- *Reversed --- Post updated --- (This is just a temperate character skin)
