"Down Rashman Khalid Avenue, about two miles out from here. I think the guy has his house towards the outskirts." Ross simply said, as he pulled in himself, bailing out quick and getting the plate from the boot (or trunk), grabbing a aptly placed crosshead screwdriver and pulling off the plate, slapping a new one onto it. Secure, Ross was back in the car, and revved out of the alley, pulling onto the street calmly and quiet. He switched the radio back on, selecting some [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OxjgpZSmUVw]Rudimental[/url], as the distant noise of sirens became quieter and quieter. They had shaken their lead. Just like in Cali, where they'd saved a street racing friend of Ross's. It had worked, well, it had, just. Right now though Ross wanted to finish this delivery. Taking a left, he didn't drive hard, and stayed quiet with the C63's 6.3 liter V8, not letting it rumble and attract unwaranted attention. It didn't have any major scratches on it, and it fitted in suprisingly well, in this city of riches and wonders.

Pulling onto another larger road, Ross watched as a couple cop cars sped past the other way, not making out the right plates. Or perhaps they were focussed on Kimberly, not Ross's identification. Either way, it wasn't a problem, and within a few minutes, Ross was driving down Rashman Khalid, amongst the mansions that were strewn about, close enough to the beach to make driving pointless to it. Though that said, the houses were incredible, not like Hollywood, but more like just stupid money. A set of golden gates, literally made out of solid gold, and a guard standing by it. That was Sheikh Mohammed Ben Fayed's house, a house that probably had a few extra zeroes added to whatever Ross's best estimate was. Pulling up, he saw Kimberly waiting, the guard coming out. He was armed, and rightly so. Ross let the window roll down, as the man, looking like some South African of some sort, walked out.
"Identify yourselves. This is the Sheikh's Residence, he doesn't want to be pestered..." He said, angry, his Afrikaans accent making him sound like he could turn your insides to play-dough.
"We're here for buisness. The business he entrusted us with in Abu Dhabi. Sensitive things." Ross replied, as the guard nodded, taking his radio, as he then heard the gate buzz. They were in.

Driving into the Shiekh's residence, Ross wouldn't have been if he saw that inside of the pools that were lingering in the front lawn, beyond the huge hedgerow, was dozens and dozens of loose women, all probably wives of this Sheikh. It wasn't, but what looked like the Sheikh's son had at least ten girls in a pool next to the house. This man was stupid rich, and stupidly crazy enough to have all of this. Yet Ross and Kimberly, right here, were doing business. Pulling into the garage, which was left open and on Mohamed's direct orders, a place where the cars would stop, Ross was anxious to find out what now. Stepping out, he saw the Sheikh come through, nodding. The garage was large enough for two cars, and two cars only, this one at least. There was another structure that Ross saw, but didn't concern himself with right now. Maybe it was another.
"Ah, you made it. Good. I heard good things about you two as drivers from my contact. In this world, you must surround yourself with the right people, yes?" The Sheikh said, in his almost perfectly English accent, though of course, the course sand and dust of the UAE sat there, tinged with an Arabic flavor.
"Ross and Kimberly Hartley? Husband and Wife? I must say, you make a beautiful couple. Vroom, vroom! Haha!" Mohamed added, the Sheikh in his white robe, red and white checked headscarf and bearded fashion actually in his early thirties. And definitely an eccentric. Ross didn't know a lot, but what he did know reminded him that this was Dubai, not a different rich man's playground.
"Anyway, you delivered what was needed. What you did deliever, you don't need to know. I got rich out of oil first, then I sold that. Then property. Then it went bust, and I was out before that happened, let me tell you. I know what the riches of this world can bring, and the risks men take to make money. In Dubai, there is many a way of making dollars, and many do involve catering to the more angry needs of a society like ours. If you ever think enough was enough, think again. I mean, my cousin out there has at least ten virgins on his lap..." Mohamed said, as then looked to Kimberly.
"I apologize, Kimberly, I forget my manners sometimes........I...anyway, moving on, I will say to you this. What you did was highly, highly illicit. But you're going to be rewarded for your efforts. Your money is here." Mohamed simply said, pointing to the two duffel bags in the garage, nodding.
"That is $500,000 each. What you carried is worth almost ten times as much, and fits in your vehicles. Again, what it is, I do not specify as it would put all of us onto chopping blocks, and because that cash just talks. The Benjamins, right?" The Sheikh added, as Ross chuckled, aware that Sheikh Fayed was utterly insane at points, totally eccentric, but being a multi-multi millionaire did that to you.
"You're just as insane as they say you are, Sheikh Fayed. I like it." Ross said, as the Shiekh laughed in response, shuddering a little as he opened the garage's door a little more.
"See that building over there? I think payment is good, yes. But I like you both. Such a beautiful couple. And I thought, in my great generosity, I let you have a go with something more. You're petrolheads, yes? Obsessed with going fast? Welcome to the land of speed, where I phone up a guard over in the desert and he....suggests that the road be closed for a few minutes so that a herd of camels can cross. If you get my gist." The Sheikh added, as he let Ross and Kimberly out, leading them across the paved stone that jutted through the garden, this place an oasis. It was total overload, this was lavish beyond belief.

Opening the door, the Sheikh switched on the lights, Ross still feeling the weight from the duffel of cash he had. The room was illuminated by the lights, and Ross realized what this was. It was a tiny place, but it was clear what existed.
"Is that a car lift?" Ross simply said, as Mohamed laughed.
"It is, fuck, it actually is a lift! I mean, it's like a roulette wheel of speed!" The Sheikh replied, as the lights on it lit up, the lift hiding the other vehicles below, but having room above to be fully jacked up so the car at the bottom could be pulled out at this level. At the top, there was an aqua blue McLaren P1 GTR, one that Ross just dropped his mouth at. This was an insane car. Nothing could be said beyond a total mindfuck. It was sitting on the level of the structure here, one that he could just step into now.
"That car cost me....I can't remember what with the diamonds I had stitched into the roof. It is beautiful, no?" He simply said, as Ross laughed, somehow in total shock.
"Ross, I want you to take it for a drive. If you can deliver something so important to me and have it completely intact with no attention, then I suggest you drive this. Or for your wife, perhaps there is something on this lift too. The sweetest and most exotic fruits of the automobile world await!" Ross heard him say, smiling, just lost for words, as he looked to him again.
"Just go. Drive out of the city, south. There are desert roads. I hope you can drive that thing faster than I ever will. Return them back to me in one piece, or your insurance cost will be very high. Not in monetary sense, friend." Mohamed said, as he then burst out laughing after being so serious, patting Ross on the shoulder, the Scot confused but mindfucked.
"Seriously though, don't fuck up my cars. Have fun!" Ross heard, as he walked out, and the Scot just looked to Kimberly, as he ran to the P1 GTR. Clambering in, he drove off the ramp, the engine roaring, filling the small but tall garage with engine fumes and a loud, twin-turbocharged, V8 with a battery sort of sound. He hadn't even gone ten feet, and somehow inside, Ross was as giddy and exited as a 10 year old after a Coke. This was heaven. And he was honestly in shock this was happening. That a test drive in a P1 GTR, one of a handful in the world, was actually going on. He let Kimberly move the mechanized lift, before she got in hers. They would be doing something totally insane, and in addition to the half million in cash that they had, Ross knew that this was truly wonderful indeed.