Kimberly turned the key and tried her absolute best to start the car, hearing it crank but failing to roar to life. The female racer was growing more and more frustrated every time she tried to restart her car, but its revival being nowhere in sight. Did the Skyline really decide to fail her now? In the middle of a crucial race with cops all over? She stared ahead at the damp road illuminated by the cool blue light of her headlights. It was just her inside of this metal encasing, nothing else but the distant sound of helicopters and sirens mixed with a mechanical symphony. She took a deep breath before attempting to crank it over again - no avail. Her blue eyes quickly hid behind her eyelids as she squinted at the dashboard in front of her before she tried one last time. Kimberly had a no quit clause in her philosophy, but if the car didn't crank over this time then something must've fucked up in the car and couldn't continue in the race. She pressed the clutch in and turned the key, hearing it finally crank over and roar to life. Kimberly was borderline crying from happiness as she revved it twice to make sure that everything she was hearing and seeing was real. The tachometer's needle moved, hearing backfire from the exhaust as she hit a certain RPM range. She quickly launched it from wherever the car was parked, and headed down the correct (wrong) side of the road so she could catch up. The time she spent trying to get her car back to life was valuable time that was wasted doing absolutely fuck-all but cranking the car over. She could see the positions of other people, and the ones that were in front of her were ways ahead. She would have the time of her life trying to catch up. As the I6 roared down the street, she cursed  to herself as she made such a fatal mistake. The twin turbos were working hard providing her the power she needed to make up time. Fuck the route they had at hand, she needed to make shortcuts to save some time. 

The lack of any car other than her own on these streets were not a good sign. The GPS showed that she was getting closer to them but she couldn't hear or see anything. Either her senses were lying to her or the GPS was lying to her. She cut through an alley, the bumps rattling the Skyline's cabin as she erupted from it, counter steering big time as it slid. The Skyline went down a gear to send some more power to straighten it out, speeding down yet another British road. She was tapping on her gear lever, her face showing the coolness of an experienced racer but her fingers showing the anxiety an amateur would have. Usually Kimberly was calm and collected behind the wheel, but in this particular situation she was anxious to see when and how she would get back into contention. God knew where Ross and her new friend Joanne were at right now. The helicopter was still in the air, but didn't appear to notice her at all. Surprising how they missed the only Skyline in the city darting down the streets. The Skyline was belted around a corner as she yanked the e-brake, going to yet another side street as she got closer and closer to a couple of arrows on the GPS. It could've been anyone, she was sure hoping it was her husband and her friend. Unfortunately she couldn't see jack-shit as the side street lead to a bridge that went over the road the two arrows were on. The car caught some air as she passed the upper point of the jump, landing rather violently and sending some shock up Kimberly's spine. It affected her definitely but there was no time to whine about whatever she hurt. She had to get her ass back on track if she wanted to win this thing. 

Kimberly was headed for the next highlight point on her map as she heard the ever-so-familiar 'Marimba' ringtone erupt from her golden iPhone 6 that was sitting next to her. She glanced over and saw a picture of her husband's face on it, picking it up and answering the call. "Ross? Where are you?!" She said frantically, putting the phone on speakerphone and dropping it in her cup holder so that she had both hands free. As Ross explained what was going on, she grimaced and glanced at the GPS. Shaking her head, she turned it off and looked around for said signs. "I'll see you there." Kimberly said, before holding down the home button to activate her trusty personal assistant, Siri. "Siri, call Joanne!" She shouted, before Siri responded with her acknowledgement. The Scottish girl in the Porsche picked up, where Kimberly told her to just get to O2 Arena and disregard the the race due to a bad feeling. As the conversation ended, Kimberly put herself towards O2 Arena, where she had an even worse feeling in her stomach. Her intuition was rarely wrong, but she was hoping that her intuition would be wrong this time. As she could see the massive arena come into sight, it was way too quiet for a venue this big. Something was hiding but she didn't know where. 

The Skyline pulled onto the circle and drove around it slowly, Kimberly leaning over her steering wheel and looking closely to see if there was anyone there. Much to her dismay, someone was there and it was neither Ross or Joanne. A pair of lights flashed to Kimberly's right, where she then saw another pair of blue lights right in the middle of the headlights. Kimberly processed  the situation at hand almost immediately. This was a trap. She shifted into reverse and floored it, seeing a black E60 M5 come out of nowhere and try to t-bone the Skyline but it was too late. More M5s came out of nowhere to intercept the Skyline. They were converging all over her but she managed to find a hole. Many flashes of lights, both headlights and light bars blinded her but she managed to find a hole that was big enough for her Skyline to go through. Who were these people in the M5? Police? Did the British police even have unmarked M5s? Kimberly sped down before slowing down and trying to turn left. Unfortunately an M5 was there trying to plug that hole, and was coming towards her fast. Kimberly shifted into reverse and floored it, going into the street across from it and backing up. When she had a space big enough, she whipped her car around, shifting it into first as she came towards the end of the alley and onto a road where she only had two options, left or right. Kimberly's first instinct would be to turn right as she saw headlights out of the corner of her eye to the left, but that was where cops were coming through as well with even bigger cars. She stood no chance against those and whipped it around, kicking up a cloud of smoke as she saw a pair of circular headlights. It was none other than Joanne's Porsche, and she had come all this way only to go back to where she came from because this was an ambush. Kimberly sped past Joanne's car quickly, knowing she would be following suit. If Joanne was here, then Ross was near.

[WORK IN PROGRESS]