Lxrd
Level 16
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The following information is all to be taken as out-of-character information, and is not to be used in character under any circumstances.
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The following information is all to be taken as out-of-character information, and is not to be used in character under any circumstances.
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It had been a long time since my lungs had met this pace, the adrenaline overcoming my senses, my eyes sticking to the road. Painted street lines became ephemeral as my supra accelerated, a useless girder at this speed. Droning happily, the engine blasted a flame through the exhaust pipe; a flash of light was seen through the rearview as I shifted into the fifth gear. It almost drowned out the sirens and flashing red and blue lights behind me, a comforting resonance of truth conflicting with my pursuers. I glanced in the rearview, annoyed at their persistence, my iris flicking to the glowing revolution dial: the laws in this area were clear, if you exceeded a certain speed, which I had, they weren’t supposed to chase, but yet they were trying to get me. Twisting the knob on the ancient radio wave frequency scanner my father had installed, I combed through the sounds; surely they were communicating about me; this was the biggest thing they had seen in a while locally. I wondered how fast the highway cameras were clocking me going. Each frequency had something to offer: local truckers, music, and news stations, all releasing information that was useless to me. As stressful as it was to balance holding the wheel and scrubbing the waves, I was thankful for the tool; better to have something ineffective than nothing at all. At the sight of a roadblock, I put both hands on the wheel, pulling sharply to the left and slamming my foot on the brakes; time slowed at speeds like this every moment, feeling like it quadrupled in substance. Frantically scanning the sight before me, I noted a gap in the cars; two of them had parked perpendicularly to each other at an angle. If I hit it right, I could drift it just like my Dad had taught me on my first chase. The speakers chimed with the beep of a radio, and a woman’s voice could be heard,
“Ten Four, One Seven, I see him. One Eight, prepare to chase this guy on foot.”
“Affirmative Three One.”
“Affirmative.”
“One Seven and One Eight, slow your approach, I think this Ten Eighty is over.”
“You got it, Three One.”
“What’s your status, Air One?”
“This is Air One, en route. He’s not hoofing it far; we’ll see him.”
A bunch of nonsense, but it was coordinated. My speed had now reduced below ninety miles an hour, as I got nearer, seeing the Eight SUV’s stacked on each other.
“Yup! He’s slowing down!”
“Prepare for Ten Forty-Three!”
“Loud and Clear One-Twelve, let’s do this.”
I shook my head, tired of their chatter. “I’ll give you Troopers something real to talk about.” Reaching from the shifter to the dash, I flipped the switch labelled 'Traction', shifting down into second gear. The TCS code went from amber to red as I slammed on the gas and the gears connected, the rear of the car swung wide as the tires broke grip. Rubber screaming as the pipes sputtered rapid explosions, the exhaust backfired as the revolutions spiked. Flashes of light reflected off the billowing cloud curling from the rubber between my whirlwind of winding wheels and the road.
“What the hell is he doin- CLEAR! HE’S GONNA CRASH INTO US!”
“TEN SEVENTY-ONE! TEN SEVENTY-ONE! SHOTS FIRED ON ONE SEVEN!”
“I think he’s turning around. . .”
“Affirmative Air One, all units proceed with caution on Ten Forty-Eight. This guy's crazy.”
Balancing the G-Forces with the steering wheel, I slowly guided the wheel back and forth near the end of the lock, ensuring my drift heading remained towards the pileup of cruisers.
“How is he doing tha-” *the officer let go of their radio switch, cutting themselves off.*
“Dispatch, ten fifty-two, this guy's gonna hit the wall.”
Shaking my head, I pulled the wheel to the right, allowing the wheels to guide themselves. My foot stomped on the clutch, shifting to Neutral. Wide explosions pulsed out the exhaust pipes, dwarfing the previous ones; sputtering until the RPMs dropped.
“You ain’t seen crazy yet,” I said, shifting into reverse. The car spun, its nose now facing backward; the rear end flying towards their cars. I glanced at the speedometer, flickering back and forth as the gauges became confused at the unconventional, transitioning my gaze over my shoulder through the window, a silly grin plastering my face as I balanced the steering. I had done it; they just didn’t get it yet, but it wasn’t long before they would witness. A cloud of smoke began to fill the cabin as I flew towards them, tail-lights first, the widened body threading through the diagonal space between the two SUVs. I wished I could see their faces, but the smoke in the cabin clouded both of our sight. It was for the best, as I didn’t have my helmet jacket or gloves on, just a black mesh face mask and my Hello Kitty beanie over my tied-up dreadlocks, and a black and white baseball-style long-sleeved shirt. My tattoos were visible as hell, and as much as I knew they could track me down, I didn’t want them to. It’s not like I had a plan for today to be some sort of chase. I thought they’d get off my ass after I outpaced them, but they weren’t done. Neither did I have a plan for what was to come. Elegant momentum marked the ground: a pair of black lines left behind from the tires as the bumpers flipped positions once more. My hand cranked the shifter into second, my laughter heightening, pulling the mesh over my face from my nose. Unfortunately for them, their inhibiting nature held nothing on me; that much was clear as the engine’s drone continued as I flew past. The chatter erupted through the scanner; dumbfounded exclaimations cutting each other off. I continued to laugh, the rising tension mostly released as I sped off; the ever-forming smoke in my wake dissipating to the side of the highway. Silence through the radio, and then another chime followed by a bunch of chatter.
“Dispatch, this is Three One. He got through us, cancel that ten fifty-two.”
“Noted Three One. Your call on how to proceed.”
“All units resume Ten Eighty. I need units blocking off all exits, requesting Air Two.”
“Got it. You sure on Air Two? Air One’s got a good sight on him.”
“Air One here. Dispatch, they have him clocked faster than I can go.”
"We need eyes, Dispatch. Air Two is all we got for getting him."
“Understood. We’ll get that cleared.”
“Alright. Ten Thirty-Two. Let’s catch this asshole.”
“Ten Four, Three two in pursuit.”
“Ten Four, One Seven still in pursuit.”
“You got it, One-Twelve in pursuit.”
“This is Air Two, we’re ready to go.”
“Air One, what do you see?”
“You got it, Three One, suspect is rapidly accelerating.”
“Of course. Can you keep up?”
“For a little bit, yeah, if he goes as fast as he was, I’ll lose him. I’ve got about twenty-five more minutes of fuel at this rate.”
“Alright, you hear that, Air Two?”
“You got it, my chopper is in the air. Headed to the ping.”
My foot depressed the gas to the floor, directing the car to labor as much as possible towards my speed. The tension on the pedal only released when the need arose for a gear shift. The reality of what I had just done caught up to me as the red and blue lights faded behind me. I had just slipped through a roadblock, much less with a foreign car. These plates were only recorded in Japanese databases; there was no way they could catch me if I evaded the helicopter. My eyes welled up, a lie I had told myself shattering the further and further I got from my pursuers. I was free, I had done it all by myself. I had given it my all, and it was enough. I was enough. Memories flew across my eyes as I shifted into third gear, visions of roads through this exact car. I had gone fast before, I had drifted before, I had pulled things off in practice, but this was different. I had surpassed a perception of myself, and this realization led me to realize how long and how far I had come. I was much farther along than I had thought. The voices in my head were ineffective as the cops' efforts to hold me back; I was simply free. The Yamaguchi-Gumi’s best couldn’t defeat my strategy and combative prowess, nor catch me, nor the police, for that matter. I felt whole, I felt stronger than I had ever felt, and yet a part of me was missing. I did not feel truly alone. I knew, by the feeling of the moment, that God was with me in the car, yet I sensed something was missing. I could feel her ghost where it belonged beside me, the tethers of our souls strained by our distance; yet I knew it was for the best. It had felt like every moment since the day I had left in fear on that day I received Killuya’s email, I knew I had to leave and produce an environment of safety, both within and around me. I now knew that to produce a home of perfect safety around me was impossible, but on the other side of the coin, I had created an ephemeral and infinite capacity to pursue such a thing within. I had instilled more within myself, and the chords that were tugging me away from our connection were snapping; each of the fears, relationships, realities, and barriers that clung to me breaking as I sped through life. I was on the road to life and freedom, and try as they might, the stagnancy of complacency and death could not hold me. My hands trembled as I drove, the peace that I felt on the road forming further in my mind; the reality of what I would do for us to be together was shocking my mind. I would crash through any other roadblocks on this drive just for the chance to knock on her door. I smirked as I passed a white and black sign on the edge of the highway, the speed limit it held incomprehensible at this rate of acceleration. Stomping the clutch and balancing my push on the gas, I shifted into the next gear. As the gears clicked into place, I smiled, a tear sliding down my cheek into the mesh mask as I found myself flooring the accelerator again.
“I’m on my way, love. I’m on my way.”
The following information is all to be taken as out-of-character information, and is not to be used in character under any circumstances.
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Incident Number: 4.44-1, 4.44-2. Case 1131.
Related Incidents: Case 1343,
Date: 12/31/2025
Location: Interstate Route 31.
Case Handler: Detective Carlos Green. Badge number 117.
The suspect is wanted by the state of Michigan under the following charges: Speeding, Excessive Speeding, Reckless Driving, Resisting Arrest, and Evading the Law.
The suspect is suspected of the following charges: driving without a license, grand theft auto, transportation of stolen vehicles, importation of stolen vehicles, illegal possession of a firearm, tampering with evidence, interfering with a police investigation, possession of an illegal firearm, and firing at an officer of the law.
The sex of the suspect is unknown. The suspect was last seen wearing a white hat with a black surgical mask and a black and white shirt. Their face and skin were unidentified, but between our officers' claims of their appearance, tattoos have been consistent. Security footage has not been a big help, as a lot of our cameras have been dysfunctional or have had poor vision of the incident; our intelligence agency believes we may have had a cyber-attack at the same time that is linked to the suspect, however the video footage from both of the helicopters involved with the chase is still intact, and is attatched in the evidence section. The suspect has been reported to be willing to take severe risks, and has a proficiency behind the wheel that indicates this is not their first time committing such a crime.
The suspect was driving a Black Toyota Supra with a foreign, unknown body kit. Our evidence team found that the rubber from the tires has been linked to Michelin; however, evidence has noted inconsistencies between the chemical makeup of these two. The Vehicle's license plate is Japanese in origin and translates to Fool's Gold. It tracks back to a "Marcus Sukudo" from Japan who has been dead for over a decade. We've found a previous love interest of Sukudo, who is alive, Sofia Antonio. There are no legal documents tying the two, and her address is posted to be in Italy. We received communication back from her or any of her family. The car was clocked at speeds excessive of one hundred and fifty miles an hour, and has the capacity to outrun high chase units and our helicopter. Suspect is to be treated as armed and dangerous.
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It had been a long time since my lungs had met this pace, the adrenaline overcoming my senses, my eyes sticking to the road. Painted street lines became ephemeral as my supra accelerated, a useless girder at this speed. Droning happily, the engine blasted a flame through the exhaust pipe; a flash of light was seen through the rearview as I shifted into the fifth gear. It almost drowned out the sirens and flashing red and blue lights behind me, a comforting resonance of truth conflicting with my pursuers. I glanced in the rearview, annoyed at their persistence, my iris flicking to the glowing revolution dial: the laws in this area were clear, if you exceeded a certain speed, which I had, they weren’t supposed to chase, but yet they were trying to get me. Twisting the knob on the ancient radio wave frequency scanner my father had installed, I combed through the sounds; surely they were communicating about me; this was the biggest thing they had seen in a while locally. I wondered how fast the highway cameras were clocking me going. Each frequency had something to offer: local truckers, music, and news stations, all releasing information that was useless to me. As stressful as it was to balance holding the wheel and scrubbing the waves, I was thankful for the tool; better to have something ineffective than nothing at all. At the sight of a roadblock, I put both hands on the wheel, pulling sharply to the left and slamming my foot on the brakes; time slowed at speeds like this every moment, feeling like it quadrupled in substance. Frantically scanning the sight before me, I noted a gap in the cars; two of them had parked perpendicularly to each other at an angle. If I hit it right, I could drift it just like my Dad had taught me on my first chase. The speakers chimed with the beep of a radio, and a woman’s voice could be heard,
“10-43 is pulling up, we got him.” “Ten Four, One Seven, I see him. One Eight, prepare to chase this guy on foot.”
“Affirmative Three One.”
“Affirmative.”
“One Seven and One Eight, slow your approach, I think this Ten Eighty is over.”
“You got it, Three One.”
“What’s your status, Air One?”
“This is Air One, en route. He’s not hoofing it far; we’ll see him.”
A bunch of nonsense, but it was coordinated. My speed had now reduced below ninety miles an hour, as I got nearer, seeing the Eight SUV’s stacked on each other.
“Yup! He’s slowing down!”
“Prepare for Ten Forty-Three!”
“Loud and Clear One-Twelve, let’s do this.”
I shook my head, tired of their chatter. “I’ll give you Troopers something real to talk about.” Reaching from the shifter to the dash, I flipped the switch labelled 'Traction', shifting down into second gear. The TCS code went from amber to red as I slammed on the gas and the gears connected, the rear of the car swung wide as the tires broke grip. Rubber screaming as the pipes sputtered rapid explosions, the exhaust backfired as the revolutions spiked. Flashes of light reflected off the billowing cloud curling from the rubber between my whirlwind of winding wheels and the road.
“What the hell is he doin- CLEAR! HE’S GONNA CRASH INTO US!”
“TEN SEVENTY-ONE! TEN SEVENTY-ONE! SHOTS FIRED ON ONE SEVEN!”
“I think he’s turning around. . .”
“Affirmative Air One, all units proceed with caution on Ten Forty-Eight. This guy's crazy.”
Balancing the G-Forces with the steering wheel, I slowly guided the wheel back and forth near the end of the lock, ensuring my drift heading remained towards the pileup of cruisers.
“How is he doing tha-” *the officer let go of their radio switch, cutting themselves off.*
“Dispatch, ten fifty-two, this guy's gonna hit the wall.”
Shaking my head, I pulled the wheel to the right, allowing the wheels to guide themselves. My foot stomped on the clutch, shifting to Neutral. Wide explosions pulsed out the exhaust pipes, dwarfing the previous ones; sputtering until the RPMs dropped.
“You ain’t seen crazy yet,” I said, shifting into reverse. The car spun, its nose now facing backward; the rear end flying towards their cars. I glanced at the speedometer, flickering back and forth as the gauges became confused at the unconventional, transitioning my gaze over my shoulder through the window, a silly grin plastering my face as I balanced the steering. I had done it; they just didn’t get it yet, but it wasn’t long before they would witness. A cloud of smoke began to fill the cabin as I flew towards them, tail-lights first, the widened body threading through the diagonal space between the two SUVs. I wished I could see their faces, but the smoke in the cabin clouded both of our sight. It was for the best, as I didn’t have my helmet jacket or gloves on, just a black mesh face mask and my Hello Kitty beanie over my tied-up dreadlocks, and a black and white baseball-style long-sleeved shirt. My tattoos were visible as hell, and as much as I knew they could track me down, I didn’t want them to. It’s not like I had a plan for today to be some sort of chase. I thought they’d get off my ass after I outpaced them, but they weren’t done. Neither did I have a plan for what was to come. Elegant momentum marked the ground: a pair of black lines left behind from the tires as the bumpers flipped positions once more. My hand cranked the shifter into second, my laughter heightening, pulling the mesh over my face from my nose. Unfortunately for them, their inhibiting nature held nothing on me; that much was clear as the engine’s drone continued as I flew past. The chatter erupted through the scanner; dumbfounded exclaimations cutting each other off. I continued to laugh, the rising tension mostly released as I sped off; the ever-forming smoke in my wake dissipating to the side of the highway. Silence through the radio, and then another chime followed by a bunch of chatter.
“Dispatch, this is Three One. He got through us, cancel that ten fifty-two.”
“Noted Three One. Your call on how to proceed.”
“All units resume Ten Eighty. I need units blocking off all exits, requesting Air Two.”
“Got it. You sure on Air Two? Air One’s got a good sight on him.”
“Air One here. Dispatch, they have him clocked faster than I can go.”
"We need eyes, Dispatch. Air Two is all we got for getting him."
“Understood. We’ll get that cleared.”
“Alright. Ten Thirty-Two. Let’s catch this asshole.”
“Ten Four, Three two in pursuit.”
“Ten Four, One Seven still in pursuit.”
“You got it, One-Twelve in pursuit.”
“This is Air Two, we’re ready to go.”
“Air One, what do you see?”
“You got it, Three One, suspect is rapidly accelerating.”
“Of course. Can you keep up?”
“For a little bit, yeah, if he goes as fast as he was, I’ll lose him. I’ve got about twenty-five more minutes of fuel at this rate.”
“Alright, you hear that, Air Two?”
“You got it, my chopper is in the air. Headed to the ping.”
My foot depressed the gas to the floor, directing the car to labor as much as possible towards my speed. The tension on the pedal only released when the need arose for a gear shift. The reality of what I had just done caught up to me as the red and blue lights faded behind me. I had just slipped through a roadblock, much less with a foreign car. These plates were only recorded in Japanese databases; there was no way they could catch me if I evaded the helicopter. My eyes welled up, a lie I had told myself shattering the further and further I got from my pursuers. I was free, I had done it all by myself. I had given it my all, and it was enough. I was enough. Memories flew across my eyes as I shifted into third gear, visions of roads through this exact car. I had gone fast before, I had drifted before, I had pulled things off in practice, but this was different. I had surpassed a perception of myself, and this realization led me to realize how long and how far I had come. I was much farther along than I had thought. The voices in my head were ineffective as the cops' efforts to hold me back; I was simply free. The Yamaguchi-Gumi’s best couldn’t defeat my strategy and combative prowess, nor catch me, nor the police, for that matter. I felt whole, I felt stronger than I had ever felt, and yet a part of me was missing. I did not feel truly alone. I knew, by the feeling of the moment, that God was with me in the car, yet I sensed something was missing. I could feel her ghost where it belonged beside me, the tethers of our souls strained by our distance; yet I knew it was for the best. It had felt like every moment since the day I had left in fear on that day I received Killuya’s email, I knew I had to leave and produce an environment of safety, both within and around me. I now knew that to produce a home of perfect safety around me was impossible, but on the other side of the coin, I had created an ephemeral and infinite capacity to pursue such a thing within. I had instilled more within myself, and the chords that were tugging me away from our connection were snapping; each of the fears, relationships, realities, and barriers that clung to me breaking as I sped through life. I was on the road to life and freedom, and try as they might, the stagnancy of complacency and death could not hold me. My hands trembled as I drove, the peace that I felt on the road forming further in my mind; the reality of what I would do for us to be together was shocking my mind. I would crash through any other roadblocks on this drive just for the chance to knock on her door. I smirked as I passed a white and black sign on the edge of the highway, the speed limit it held incomprehensible at this rate of acceleration. Stomping the clutch and balancing my push on the gas, I shifted into the next gear. As the gears clicked into place, I smiled, a tear sliding down my cheek into the mesh mask as I found myself flooring the accelerator again.
“I’m on my way, love. I’m on my way.”
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