(First of all, sorry for the delay of this chapter).
Chapter 4: Last chance.
Alicante, 8th of October 1995. 7:50 AM. 5156km to Athens.
The google maps route can be found here.
The fears of the drivers would soon be confirmed. From many of the streets of the city, law enforcement Cavallera Moias, Merciel Veronas and Conte Ataques started swarming the race. And this time, it wasn’t the local police; not even the national police. It was the Civil Guard.
“Stop your vehicles now! This is your last chance, racers!” - Yelled the chief. “You’re hopeless; we’re locking the city down as we speak.”
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The driver of the Kanata held his breath as the brake was pressed, taking a corner while avoiding the oncoming traffic and the attempts to PIT maneuver his car. His soon gripped the door handle, tense, as he watched the Chupacabra swiftly approach.
-Dad, he’s trying to overtake us!
-Not risking it.
-Not risking crashing into nobody! If we crash, our hopes of scaping this city will be gone. Do you wanna end up in jail!?
Both the Kanata and the Chupacabra cleared the corner. More police cars were approaching on the horizon; in a split second, all of the racers opted to head towards the beach streets instead. At the front of the pack, the Chaucer was dangerously approaching the Evo RC, as both cars drifted into the beach street, the passengers of the tramway watched the cars interchange drafts. They were closely followed by the Fatalita and the Hummingbird, which was surprisingly fast in the urban environment. The Hummingbird, gripping and drifting the roundabouts with skill, managed to dummy-overtake the Fatalita.
The yellow Conquista ran out of fuel, forced to pull over to a discrete side street. As its driver refueled the car, the Dolphine, which was overtaking the Chupacabra at the moment, the Chupacabra itself, and a few more cars, passed it. Once the driver was done refueling, which was luckily not interrupted by the police, he started the car up just in time to place itself in front of the Interval and the NRZ-986, which were having a paint scrapping battle side by side at that moment.
As the Maesima and the Shromet shared paint, the driver of the Interval decided to take advantage of the Conquista in front of them, by placing herself behind it; slowly, but steadily, the car started pulling away from the NRZ, as the drag was reduced.
Meanwhile, as the racers approached the onramp to the coastal road, the monstruous F219 approached the 330 Turismo swiftly. However, the driver of the latter car blocked the attempts of the pink hypercar by tracing neat lines around the roundabouts, and by drifting when it was necessary as well.
The racers finally arrived at the N-332 road, a coastal road wide at first, that was getting narrower as it went on however. One of the police cars tried to force the Friala to spin out, failing at it; the driver was quick to react and countersteered violently, holding the car in a drift, smoking the rear tyres tad as the driver recovered complete control of the machine.
Further down the pack, the Bushranger Veloce was back at trying to reach the Chevallier, trying to get its revenge for the overtake that had taken place earlier at the highways. A fight broke between the two, with the Chevallier ultimately winning it; other fight that took place was between the Visios XCT, the Bandito and the Montauk. The Montauk decided to hold back, a clever move, as when they were ready to overtake both vans, their drivers weren’t expecting it. The muscle car climbed the two places almost inmediately.
The last fight broke out between the Barracuda GT and the Scarlet S; the Scarlet however, managed to keep its place by keeping up at the corners, gripping them surprisingly fast. The driver of the Barracuda gritted his teeth, but he decided to hold back just so he could catch the Scarlet off guard later.
The racers, however, suddenly found more police cars arriving on the horizon. Forced to steer back to the city outskirts, The Evo GAR spun its way towards the city outskirts, only to find more police. Were the racers finally trapped…?
In a split second, the leading racers realized the chocolate factory’s cargo entrance was opened, deciding to sneak in there. As the cars entered violently into the factory, the workers jumped left and right, getting out of the way of the racers. The RC and the Guivre bumped into equipment, completely breaking their front lips and puncturing their tyres. They managed to get out of the factory, but they had to stop, with the police strangely nowhere to be seen. The Hummingbird and the Brooklands took advantage of this, dissappearing into the horizon.
The police cars were started to leave, without even bothering to enter the factory.
-Chief, why are we letting them escape?
-You are not getting it, right? We can’t intercept them, and they won’t hesitate to go through a factory.
-So? We could just block them wherever they go!
-They were heading northbound. If our predictions are correct…yeah, we better inform these guys so they can collaborate with us. They’re gonna regret wasting their last chance to stop.
To be continued.