The Run

Downtown San Francisco, California

Special Agent Avery Buck slouched in the seat of his 2015 Ford Mustang GT, after awhile he looked up and scanned the insides of his car. He saw multiple speeding cars zoom past him in a blur, dodging traffic with pedestrians starting in awe. He knew the Run had began by the influx of speeding cars and was just waiting for his handler to give him the go ahead. He had been assigned to the Run two months prior and his entry had been paid for by the agency to hunt down a notorious offender. Winning wasn't an objective for him, bringing down the criminal and as many street racers as possible was. And he aimed to accomplish it.

Buck straightened himself from the seat, grabbed the car keys and inserted them into the ignition, turning the car on. As soon as it came to life, his handler began to speak to him through the communication device implanted in his upper left neck. "Agent Buck, are you ready for this?"

“I'm golden,” Buck replied with a slight enthusiasm in his voice. “Let's get this party started.”

He started to pull his car out from its parking spot. The car surged forward onto the streets of San Francisco, almost being hit by a speeding Russian Gaz as he pulled out.

Buck thought to himself about the types of cars that he had seen entering the Run, but his train of thought were cut short by his Handler

“There’s over two hundred other drivers, and three thousand miles of road between you and New York. If your cover is blown at anytime we will pull you out of the Run.”

“I won’t.” There was firmness in his voice

“Whatever you say, Buck.” He imagined his handler rolling her eyes as she said so. “You’re up now. Get to Nob Hill or you’ll miss the race.”

And with that, Buck shifted his Mustang’s gears and speed off towards Nob Hill.

Rein Ojapark drifted around a corner in his Nissan 200sx and onto the street that turned into Nob Hill, barely managing to avoid a car. He speed up towards Nob Hill, fighting gravity as he went up. His police scanner was buzzing with radio chatter. Luckily he hadn't run into any of those pigs yet, but from the sounds of it things were about to get a whole lot interesting.

“Echo Two-One here, got a large number of exotic cars in the area. Is there a ten-twenty two scheduled?”

“Negative, how many cars?”

“I got at least fifty with more rolling in.”

“Coordinating units, standby”

As Rein speed down the street, he saw a cable car coming down the street. He applied his brakes and swerved to avoid it. After avoiding the cable car, he applied pressure to the gas pedal and accelerated once more down the street, avoiding traffic as he went. The cops were getting wiser to the event, Reins checked back his police scanner.

“Okay yeah, this is definitely some kind of street race. Pull backup as soon as you can.”

“Copy that, multiple units already enroute.”

As Reins drifted onto Nob Hill and sped toward the starting line—pinpointed on his tablet issued to every racer who entered the Run—he came upon an intersection and two police Crown Vics speeding across. However, they hadn't notice Reins and for that he was thankful. He brought his Nissan up to over 100 MPH, and as he came upon the starting line, multiple vehicles drifted in front him of claiming their positions in the Run. When Reins came just behind the other cars across the starting line, his position in the race came up on his tablet. He ignored it and went flying down Nob Hill.

His police scanner started picking up chatter again.

“Uh, this situation is heating up! Where’s that backup?”

“We’re enroute. Hold tight, Two-one.”

“Affirmative on that Ten-Eighty One, standing by.”

Kelly had just crossed the starting line a few minutes ago and was currently speeding along San Francisco's streets in his 2014 Shelby GT500 Super Snake. Behind him, Kelly saw those boys in blues pulling pit maneuvers on the other racers. He had just turned onto a road infested heavily with traffic, causing him to slam his brakes. As his car came to a stop, Kelly’s girlfriend and racing guide, Emma Rush, messaged him from the Run issued tablet

"Kelly, you've got to get to Vegas in the top one-fifty"

“Got it,” Kelly said as he put the Shelby into reverse.

Then his police scanner came to life.

“Where the hell are all these guy’s coming from?!”

“Three-Two is down! Requesting EMT!”

“Dispatch, we’re moving in for the bust.”

“The Chief just ordered a full containment. I want all major roadways shutdown now!”

And again Emma, with urgency in her voice, started messaging Kelly. “They're shutting down the city, Kelly. You got to get out now!”

“I know, I know!” Kelly turned around, took a left from where he had stopped which put him back onto the track's route. As he speed down the road, putting the Shelby to it's limits, two police cruisers speed out of an alleyway, swerving onto his side of the road and gave pursuit. Kelly swerved in and out of traffic, with the police cruisers staying on his trail. Speeding down the road, Kelly noticed a shopping center that cut onto a road and led to an on ramp of the San Francisco Bay Bridge.

“Code sixes are taking over the streets. We need traffic control now!”

“Copy that, setting up containment grid now, standby”

Kelly noticed the police chatter was getting frantic, but that didn't stop the two police cruisers until he drifted into a shopping center, causing one of the cruisers to crash into a store. The other cruiser slammed on it's brakes and proceeded to check on the other cruiser.

With Kelly’s pursuers now shaken off, he let out a sigh of relief and sped toward the San Fransisco Bay Bridge.

Vincent and Ellen in their Jaguar F-Type R were in a battle with a big golden truck, multiple cops were on their tail. While the pair were smashing bumpers and scraping spoilers against mysterious driver in the truck, they had noticed the driver wore an all black jumpsuit and yellow helmet. This gave both of them the shivers as they drove on.

They were putting the vehicles through their paces, dodging traffic as they drove and with the cops in close pursuit. Both of them were headed toward Nob Hill. When they drifted around a turn that lead to the top of Nob Hill, the yellow truck spun out of control as it got rammed by a police cruiser. Vincent smiled, shifted gears and accelerated towards the starting line, behind him the police cruisers tried to stay on his tail. However, on the straightaway of Nob Hill, they couldn't keep up. They lost sight of Vincent once he went flying down Nob Hill as they drifted towards the route leading to the San Fransisco Bay Bridge onramp. Cop chatter now could be heard from his police scanner.

"Multiple targets in view. Alpha Two-One, are you clear for backup?"

“Uh, negative. Code three. In pursuit of a black Bugatti Veyron.”

“All units be advised, we’ve got reports of code sixes with police scanners. Keep all roadblocks off the air.”

Ellen turned to face Vincent as he put the Jaguar into another gear.

“Vincent, head for the bridge.”

“Where do you think I've been heading this entire time?” Vincett replied with his usual disdain.

Ellen rolled her eyes, and grabbed some food from the back of the car. After driving for a solid 5 minutes, Vincent and Ellen came up upon the San Fransisco Bay Bridge and put the car into it's highest gear  and hitting the car’s top speed in no time. He dodged and weaved through traffic, watching other racers do the same. He took a glance at his rearview mirror and saw a Bugatti Veyron catching up with him.

“Well, looks like I have some competition after all,” Vincent thought to himself while keeping his eyes on the road.

Vincent and Ellen came upon the Yerba Buena Tunnel connecting both parts of the Bridge. The Veyron caught up just as they entered the tunnel and pulled up to Vincent's side of the Jaguar. Vincent looked over at the man in the Veyron after what felt like moments and then focused back on the road.

Ellen had her face buried in the tablet looking over it for information, and when she found what she was looking for she looked up towards Vincett. “The tablet says the guy’s name is Valerian. It doesn't give a last name though.”

“How come?” Vincent asked.

“No clue.”

As they came out of the tunnel, the Veyron broke pace and veered left into what appeared to be a construction site. Vincent pulled in behind the Veyron and bypassed the traffic congestion they had narrowly avoided at the same time.

The police scanner was getting even more clogged with police officers requesting back up.

"Units coming in from other districts, standby."

"Heads up, got a custom buggy out of control here."

Suddenly, Valerian went flying into the air after jumping off the end of the construction site. Vincent nor Ellen had not noticed the ramp when they were drafting with the Valerian. Both of them were going too fast to slow down now and went flying off the bridge with Valerian,

Him and Ellen both began screaming. “Holy shit!!!”

They landed with a hard thud and looked around to find they had landed on solid concrete. The Veyron in the meantime sped off, leaving them both behind. Vincent regained his composure and speed off after a what appeared to be a car from Speed Racer had jumped from the bridge and past them.

The Run Positions

Dan Grayson - 180th

William J. Haven - 184th

Rein Ojapark - 190th

Rowan Ingeniare - 192th

Dust - 194th

Special Agent Avery Buck - 195th

Valerian - 196th

Colin Carrie - 197th

Kelly - 198th

Gregory “Speed Racer” Go - 199th

Vincent White and Ellen Melange - 200th

Kolya Markovic and Octavia Philharmonica - 201st

Matthew Zigmantas -202nd

Corpse and Carrion - 204th

Patricia Alexandrov- 211th

Johnny Goomba - 212th