Bee

Burning Rubber (Bee and kingkonrad)

Kimberly was idly driving about when Ross's voice came through the sound system the BMW had. Just a few minutes ago this same exact car was running away from Dubai PD, but now it was an entirely different parallel. Hopefully nobody would see Kimberly and Kimberly only was driving this car. She wasn't too sure on the rules regarding women driving, but in a country like this, with Sharia Law and all, it didn't bode well for her. It was uneasily quiet for Kimberly. If there was one thing Kimberly had learned, silence was a bad thing. All her life, silence had freaked her out. She switched on the radio and put on some CHVRCHES on the surprisingly wonderful audio system. The Shiekh who owned this car definitely put some money into this car, paid for all the bells and whistles, which definitely worth it. She could feel the bass rumbling the cabin at an appropriate appropriate level. Every word the girl uttered came out crystal clear, all levels. Mid-range, high-range, and definitely the low-range. She wished she had a system like this in a car, she'd do quite a bit with it. "Rashman Khalid Avenue..." She murmured to herself, as she cruised around the streets of Dubai looking for the Sheikh's house. This M5... the Germans definitely knew what they were doing with this car. She loved every aspect of it. Too bad this was only a loan, and in a few minutes she would give it back to its original owner.

The road that she pulled into... it was indescribable. It blew Beverly Hills out of the water. There were mansions lavishly decorated - it was crazy just how filthy rich everyone who lived here was. Gold gates, made out of literal 48k gold. The house was probably more valuable than all of the places she had resided in her entire life. It was kinda hard to tell who's house was who, considering they were all equally as lavish as the other. "Mohammed Ben Fayed... where is your house for the love of all that is mighty?" She drove around for a bit before she found a house with a bodyguard standing outside of a genuine gold gate. She could probably take apart this gate and sell it for enough money to buy a car just like this. The things people do with money. As the M5 pulled up to the gate the bodyguard held his hand out. She didn't know what to do, and it was going to get real awkward real quick if Ross didn't come to her rescue. Ross said a few things to the guard, and before they knew it, it was sliding open and the M5 was driving into the pre-opened garage. As she drove in, the first thing she noticed were the sheer amount of women near the pool. Probably that polygamy thing the Shiekhs had going for him. Besides that, the house was absolutely beautiful. She wouldn't mind living in a place like this. If the Sharia Law thing wasn't in place, she would set sail for this spot. Quite lovely.

The M5 settled in the garage, right next to Kimberly's husband's C63 AMG. Quite frankly, she would much rather have the M5 since it actually had a manual shifter. She wasn't too keen on that semi-automatic, flappy paddle stuff. Like, on faster cars it was definitely better to have, but on something like the C63? A proper manual would be tons of fun, Mercedes Benz were definitely in the wrong for depriving the 6.3L V8 of its potential. As she reconciled with Ross, she hooked onto his arm, threading it through so she had a firm grip on her husband. If one was actually paying attention, it had become very apparent that these two were a serious thing. They had a lot of history together, about two years worth actually. Might've not sounded like a lot, but to them, it was a major turning point in their lives. Kimberly's eyes shot towards the Sheikh as he walked in, his demeanor bringing light into the room. But at the same time, she was also really hoping that he was one of those chill dudes who simply didn't give a fuck about anything but being happy and being rich. As he addressed the two, Kimberly did mumble "Rossi-Hartley..." underneath her breath but the Sheikh didn't hear so that was that. All Kimberly could muster after his light joke was a sheepish, awkward laugh as Kimberly's eyes floated over to Ross, a bit of an indication she didn't really want to be here at this very moment.

The Sheikh was very stereotypical, rich as fuck, no fucks given. But at the very same time, he had a very lighthearted demeanor. Someone that would be a very fun person to be around for many reasons. Mostly money, but a drink would be entertaining. He was also someone with quite the bit of cunning, figuring out ways to keep his riches even with the oil market drying up faster than a puddle of water on a hot Summer day. This dude delved into drugs... and drugs definitely meant he knew what the fuck he was doing. Which meant he could probably dispose of someone right there and then and they shall never be seen or mentioned again if someone were to cross him. Kimberly was so grateful she was on his good side. She didn't want to fuck with a drug lord again. She had honestly spaced out during his long monologue. She didn't like it when people did that, she often found it hard to pay attention properly, especially if the topic at hand was booooring. Her attention snapped back into full detail when she heard the amount of money she would be paid. That was a total of $1,000,000 between the both of them. What it was going to be used for was a good question. A new house? Cars? More expenditures? She didn't know.

Kimberly nudged Ross a bit as he commented on the Sheikh's demeanor. The man was rightfully a tad crazy, but that was what money does to you. As the Sheikh suggested something a little more up Kimberly's alley, her eyes lit up like stars. She knew what these crazy fucks in Dubai had in terms of cars. She could probably see cars most petrolheads would never get to see in person. Dubai was a gearhead's paradise, despite the crazy laws there. Bugattis were not an uncommon sight, and most hypercars were bought and sent to this very place to go to oil moguls. It was insane just how much these guys loved cars. Hell, even the police force possessed cars like the Aston Martin One-77, and the SWAT used Audi Q7s to be transported around. What this guy owned besides the two cars... Kimberly was eager to find out. Hypercars? Classics? Souped up regular cars? She was getting giddy just thinking about it. The smirk on her face was a clear indicator she was eager to have at the car. "I am so ready to see what we're getting our hands on."

Kimberly could feel her arm being pulled down by the sheer weight of the cash she was carrying. It was a burden she was glad to endure. It was half a million dollars. A lot could be done with this. Once she stepped foot into the facility, she immediately realized what she was looking at. It was something out of Tokyo Drift, only much, MUCH more pricey. Kimberly tsked and nudged her husband again as he asked that question, it was blatantly obvious. Had he not seen Tokyo Drift? What a shame... well she supposed he kinda lived it a couple years ago, so it wasn't necessary. Him and his M3... good times. After a few rotations, the look on her husband's face was a look she had never seen before. Kinda disconcerting once one really thought about it. His wife was right there but all he could focus on was that brilliant piece of English engineering sitting right in front of them. Hell once she really thought about it, she figured it was justified to be that way. And he got to fucking drive it! What did Kimberly get? There had to be something better. She watched Ross take off like a little girl as he got the go to get to the P1. She pulled the bags out of the way, stepping clear so Ross had a clear path.

Now it was Kimberly's turn, she stepped up to the lift and operated it, letting it spin until a particular car caught her eye. It was nothing other than a Koenigsegg Agera RS. The fastest of the Ageras by far. It had more power than the P1 GTR, and it was probably lighter. Either way, Kimberly called dibs on this one. Unlike the P1 GTR, this one didn't have any of that pussy hybrid shit. It was pure engine. 5.0L twin-turbo V8 belting out over 1100 BHP. Kimberly put her bag aside and embarked onto the Agera, turning it on and hearing that Swedish V8 roar to life. It was something most people would never hear in person. She pressed the flappy paddle, revving it a bit as she pulled up next to Ross. The Italian-Irish-basically-white girl rolled down the window, "Shall we?" She asked, before pulling out of the facility and towards the exit. This was a once in a lifetime experience and she intended to make the most out of it.

Task Force Lima (COMPLETED)

Wendy vocalized her acknowledgment of Jan's order, making herself comfortable as she peered through the scope of her Barrett. Just another moment as an overwatch sniper. This was an essential task though. She needed to catch everyone who staggered away from the impending result. They could go get reinforcements, and before they knew it they were outnumbered and outgunned. Wendy had to be on high alert, making sure her reaction would have little to no delay. It was imperative, as soon as she had movement she would aim, point, and shoot. The time between targets needed to be next-to-nil, something Wendy was very well capable of achieving. The Canuck had a lot of tricks up her sleeve, and she wasn't afraid to use them. She lied on the ground, making a slow and calculated scan of the ground below, finger on the trigger and ready to move at a movement's notice.

An explosion could be heard and gunfire was exchanged for quite the bit, which prompted Wendy to get into a better position so she could move and fire. Gunfire continued for a long while, Wendy tensing her grip on the rifle as she readied herself. Readying herself to pull that trigger and eliminate any target. Once it dwindled, she would be expecting runners at any second. Runner she needed to dispose of immediately. Movement registered in her brain and she snapped to it. It was a tango sprinting for dear life for an alley, but Wendy wouldn't let anyone get past. One pull of the trigger, and they went down like a bag of bricks. Snapping to another target, she pulled the trigger again. Another quick scan before she closed in on another target, aiming towards his head and firing a round through his head. Clean kill, it was quick and efficient.

"I got runners, but they're down." She said, sighing as she went back to patrol mode, seeing if there was anyone else who dared to run after seeing their comrades fall. If they were any smarter than them they'd go back into the building or just surrender altogether. "All good on my end."

Burning Rubber (Bee and kingkonrad)

Kimberly kicked the clutch, allowing the wheels to get a bit loose as she counter steered, yanking the wheel the opposite way as she used throttle to even out the power. As she shifted down, the tires chirped as a new wave of power cascaded over them, a slight jolt sending her back in her seat as she straightened out her car. The German sports sedan bellowing like a bat from hell as they entered a tunnel. All that could be heard was the 4.4L V8 and the 6.3L V8 coming from the Benz closer to her. She was on the shoulder, whizzing past some ordinary cars as she merged back onto the actual road, putting the car where it was supposed to be. However, it wouldn't stay straight for long as Kimberly would have to snap the steering wheel left and right, bobbing and weaving in and out of traffic. It had been a while since Kimberly had done this sort of thing, but it was like only yesterday was the last time she did it. Everything came to her in an instant. She wasn't sure if it wasn't that muscle memory returning to her, or it was her mind on autopilot. Either way, the cops were a big worry, and she had to get out of there, fast. She heard Ross's voice come through the intercom, where she scanned her surroundings for any opening she could take.

As soon as she found an opening, she flicked the steering wheel and threw the weight hard enough to send it drifting towards Ross's trail. They had to split up soon. It'd be way harder for Dubai PD to get the both of them if they were both on the other sides of the city. The M5 squeezed itself into the narrow road, knowing that there were judging eyes bearing down on the both of them. Sirens, and fast cars driving down their street. Anyone could connect two and two together. The more roads they traveled, the more Kimberly had the urge to break off. As soon as Kimberly saw a red light, she broke off another direction, turning right onto another street as she threw her M5 into an alley, turning it around into a concealed place as she turned off the engine, leaning back in her seat as she took some deep breaths. The sirens were far away. If she was smart, she would've gotten away clean. Problem is, how would she get back? She heard Ross's voice again, "Way ahead of you. I'm already somewhere good." She said, adjusting herself as she heard her partner mention something about plates.

"Good idea!" Kimberly replied, opening the door slightly as she slid out of the car, popping the trunk. She opened it up. There was the package, and there were the false plates. Perfect! Now... for the screwdriver. Kimberly did some digging in the trunk, leaning in so that she could rummage through the safety kit of the BMW. She did find one finally, and she twiddled it in her left hand as she pulled out the rear plates. There was some work ahead of her, making sure they went on perfectly. But a little work in this instance would go a long way, something Kimberly would know very well at this stage in life. The screws came off and then back on, holding in false plates at the very end as Kimberly put the legitimate ones somewhere where only the Shiekh himself would know. Kimberly turned on the engine, hearing it purr once again. She had forgotten how satisfying it was to hear an engine purr to life. She really did miss this. "Where do we meet up? I'm all done over here."

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Two Years Ago

"Okay, you're all set! Off you guys go!"

Kimberly smiled as she cradled Mia E. Hartley in her arms. She was finally able to leave, which was good for the three of them. Kimberly had grown very tired of the hospital she had been in for the past few weeks. All these tests, needles. Urgh, Kimberly hated needles. It wasn't that she was scared of them, she just hated the idea of having a needle pricking into her skin and taking stuff/putting stuff into her. Kinda ironic since she was a huge fan of tattoos, and had some herself. She was just happy to be finally leaving this stupid hospital. The novelty wore off very quickly. Kimberly made a slight happy grunt as she looked down at her daughter, who was a bit... indifferent? She was only a few weeks old. Not the proper age for opinions. Oh no, absolutely not. Even though she had spent nearly every minute of the past few weeks with her, she still couldn't believe that this bundle of cute was in her arms, and it was hers. Mommy and Mia, kinda rung. She liked it. Kimberly stepped outside of the hospital, taking her first real breath of fresh air in a long time. It was Scottish air, but it was still air from the outside! Beat the hell out of.... whatever that was.

A drive later, and they were back home. When she left, it was just her and Ross. But now, there was a new addition. Mia fussed a bit, normal for babies. Kimberly hummed quietly as she made her way inside, eager to put her daughter down in her crib. It was a long time coming. Lots of planning, anticipation, worry, and definitely mood swings. Mood swings were especially hard to deal with, and considering it was Kimberly, they sometimes got really bad. She would be really happy at one point, then the next point she'd be really pissed off or blabbering about how she wouldn't be a good mother. Thankfully she was done with that business. For now at least. Now came the hard part, raising this baby. This creature that came out of her, it was a bit disturbing in those terms, yes, but that was what it essentially boiled down to. Kimberly walked into the bedroom she lived in and sat down in a chair, a smirk on her face. Still surreal. Mia was making baby noises, which was a good thing. It would be a LOONG time before silence became a good thing. But she was willing to put up with that. No biggie, she had a bunch of siblings in the house growing up.

Kimberly got up and shuffled a slight distance, lowering her daughter into her crib for the time being as the new mother adjusted her back, grunting as she shuffled back to her lover. Kimberly pushed herself against him, wherever he was. She smiled and put a finger on his chest. "So... now that we're home... I guess it's a new chapter in both our lives, huh? No more cars for me. No engines, no wheels, no nothing." Kimberly had a smile on her face, but it was masking something. It was masking a slight feeling of fear, and reluctance. Knowing that the next few years would be dedicated to her daughter and her daughter only? It wasn't the path she wanted to take, but it was the path fate gave her, and that was the one she was going to embrace.

Burning Rubber (Bee and kingkonrad)

Name: Elizabeth "Ellie" Dorian

Age: 24

Disciplines Faced: Snowboarding, Skiing, Surfing, Offroading
Appearance:

(TEMPORARY)
Ellie stands at 6 feet 0 inches and weighs about 145 pounds, making her body farther away from the bony side of things. Her features are cute and rounded off, which goes along quite nicely with her bouncy demeanor. Her blonde, wavy hair generally does stay down most of the time, mostly because she hated having it tied up. It goes with her piercing blue eyes quite nicely, which are often covered by a pair of AlpineStars goggles or some sort of sunglasses (whether it'd be Oakleys or Ray-Bans). Because of the nature of the activities she does, she most commonly dresses in thick jackets from North Face, as she as most at home in the snow, or colder climates in general. Her wingsuit is white with gold accents, somewhere on it, there's a Scottish and Canadian flag sewn together as a homage to her nationalities. Her snowboard is rather colorful, black with a pattern that has many, many colors going with it. Ellie likes dressing in colorful patterns, she says it helps attract attention which is essential in her line of work.

Nationality: Scottish-Canadian

History: Elizabeth "Ellie" Dorian was born on February 21st, 1990 in Inverness, Scotland to a teacher and a retired British military serviceman. Growing up, Ellie did have an older sister that was about four years older than her, but that didn't really affect her life that much. Along with making plenty of friends, she did have one particular friend she liked talking to more than others. That person happened to be named Ross Hartley, who she had known since she could walk basically. However, at the prime age of 12 years old, Ellie found out that her family was setting sail to the land known as Canada. That was the last time she saw Ross in person, perhaps they kept in touch via email or something.

Shortly after she arrived in Canada, she promptly began school there. She had a rather tough time adjusting into Canadian life, with things like bagged milk and all. All that was crazy, definitely not like back in Scotland. During her downtime though, her parents took her up to the mountains where it actually snowed. Which was where she discovered the delectable activity of snowboarding and skiing! Ellie picked it up promptly, before long becoming extremely good at it. Every moment of free time she had she was up in the mountains gliding downhill on her snowboard or her ski. As soon as she graduated high school (or the Canadian equivalent), she took to making snowboarding a big part of her life. That transformed into her becoming a teacher for newbies and teaching them little tricks she picked up along the way that helped her immensely.

Her job as a teacher helped her along for a little bit, until she discovered the nice website of YouTube, which was where she discovered she could probably make a career out of snowboarding and skiing. With the help of friends, she had people record her doing various cool things and uploading them onto YouTube. This quickly garnered the attention of many people, and as a result she was fairly popular on YouTube. The website also helped her find another cool activity, known as wingsuiting. "NotThatEllie" was a primarily snow-based channel, having lots of cool videos with her and her snow things - but this discovery intrigued her, and soon enough she added wingsuiting to her channeling, jumping off wherever for an insane amount of times.

The addition of this footage on her YouTube channel saw GoPro come calling to her, adding her on as another athlete. GoPro was such a nice addition, now she had a whole bunch that she could use to do whatever she wanted with it. Her YouTube channel was very popular at this point, but she wasn't sure what exactly about it people liked. She now appears on Seb's channel regularly, doing various things like appearing in his vlogs, or doing footage with him. Her channel had grown from just snowboarding and skiing, to snowboarding, skiing, wingsuiting, parajumping, offroading, surfing, and so many more things. Her vlogs tend to attract quite the bit of people as well, reason being that she has quite the cute accent, a combination between Scottish and Canadian.

Theme Song: Starry Eyed - Ellie Goulding

Burning Rubber (Bee and kingkonrad)

Gina stuck close to her teammate - the R8 bellowing as if it was a bat from hell. The rigor and long, hard hours of racing at this level taking a toll on the purpose-built race car. There was a reason why GT3 was one of the hardest racing disciplines there were out there. Only coming behind rally and open wheelers. This wasn't even the very worst the cars would be put through - there was the inclusion the 24 Hours of Le Mans. 24 hours of racing would kill any car. Those who made it out must have been lucky, and had the perfect strategy. Key suspension components were beginning to give out underneath all the stress Gina had dealt to it, and it could be felt with the slightest touch. She was praying to god it would at least stay intact until the end of the race. She needed to have Ryan's tail. His R8 also was feeling the pain. Every car here was. Some gave in, and had to retreat to the pit to retire for the night. Races like these - they were hard as fuck. They not only tested cars, but the determination of the driver. Everyone must've been drowsy, but plowed on for the chance at glory. Gina could've been practically dead, but she was still continuing. The adrenaline acted as a fantastic fuel. All she had to do was take over whenever Ryan slipped up, which was starting to get harder than it sounded.

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The Asian girl flipped up the visor on her helmet, allowing her eyes to get used to the light she would now be surrounded by. She had deserved this moment. Hours and hours of rigorous racing. The R8 was in some bad shape, if she had to be honest. But it was only expected considering the nature of the sport. All sports beat up something. Soccer? Racquetball? Tennis? They beat up balls. Racing happened to beat up automobiles. Racing was an art in itself. Every single aspect of it. Gina was glad she was part of this lovely sport. It was just... phenomenal how she had come all this way to be racing professionally. The R8 pulled into the paddock, before shutting off for the night. It had been through so much. She pulled off her helmet and got out of her car, a smile on her face as she realized that she had just completed her first season professionally. Second place as a rookie? That definitely wasn't bad. Not bad at all considering she was playing with the big boys now. She was one of the only females in the league, which made it even more awesome. She accepted Ryan's hug and cheered, a big smile on her face as she turned around and looked at the car before her. The hours she spent with it... she was definitely going to miss spending time with the car. "I can't believe it, Ryan! First professional season in GT3 and we've taken second! Woo!" She cheered, high fiving an engineer.

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Racing was a spectator sport - so of course that included lots and lots of press. All Gina had to do was to just sit there at the table, answer the occasional question, and look pretty as a representative of her team. The three hours between the end of the race and the end of the event. For some odd reason they felt much longer than the race itself. She didn't like talking to the press. A good majority of them were ignorant, definitely didn't know what they were talking about. People tended to ask her questions that made absolutely no sense. People who knew she was definitely, but they mostly knew her as that girl racer. Not that she was Regina Lam born in China. Not that she had a racing heritage. She was just the girl who drove the car in a land dominated by males. She wanted people to know there was a lot more to her than just that. Regina was more than capable.

At least now, she was sitting in her garage with Ryan. Her head leaned back pretty far, extending past the cushion and resting on the rather hard part. She looked up at the ceiling. Yas Marina. Probably one of the more hotter places she had been to. The daytime was hellish hot, but at least now when it was night it was much more cooler and bearable. Regina grew up in a warmer climate, yes, but she wasn't used to the dry heat Saudi Arabia possessed. How did people even live like this? Regina would leave that question to be answered by the natives. But for now, here came Lucas and Ryan discussing whatever it was they were going to discuss.

Regina closed her eyes, pretending to space out when the two discussed. She did feel a bit cheated... even though she was a rookie. She came into this line of work hoping that she would be able to make a pretty penny and a few. Instead she was cheated. Honestly, this would probably be her last season with Forge as well. She received better offers already, hopefully on the same team as Ryan. The two were a dynamic duo most definitely. They could not be celebrated, so teams would probably treat them like a package. Not that Regina minded. She liked working with Ryan anyway.

Regina opened her eyes towards the end of the conversation, "Yeah man... I agree with Ryan. He's got a good point. I think the both of us should be paid a lot more than we are right now. But that's just me." She protested, before getting up. Gina made a curious face as Lucas beckoned for her to follow. She nodded and caught up to them, walking out the exit. She stood before a pair of drivers. One man, presumably European (?), sitting on a hood of a red Mercedes Benz C63 AMG. The woman next to her, also Caucasian, sat on the roof of her black BMW M5.

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Two Years Ago
Glasgow, Scotland

"Just relax, Miss Rossi. You'll be in good hands here."

Kimberly at this point was a little over nine months in her pregnancy. If someone were to ask her where she would be at this point earlier that year, it definitely didn't include being in labor somewhere in Scotland of all the places in the world. The girl was only twenty four years old. Many years before the age she intended to have a kid, if she decided to at all. And if she were to have one anyway, would she really be giving birth to her child in Scotland? Figuring out how exactly the kid she would be having with some guy she met at a race track earlier that year, who just happened to be her fiance? It was a rather bad interruption in her plans. She didn't plan on any of this. She wanted to just race and drive her cars back across the big ol' pond. But here she was, lying in a hospital room in Scotland in the process of giving birth.

The female driver lost track of how long she exactly spent in this hospital. Whatever it was, it was certainly long enough for her to start to get a bit touchy and a bit deep. Maybe this was supposed to happen? Maybe she was supposed to meet Ross and have all this happen to her? No, no. She was much too young to be having a child. She still had plenty of years to live! It was a bit disappointing to know that she would have to put her passion on pause for this child. She did feel guilty though, this baby was born out of wedlock. Kimberly also didn't intend on having a bastard child, but it was much too late. In the next few hours, her life would be turned completely upside down with the introduction of a brand new life. A life that she and Ross had created. It was rather surreal - knowing that her life would be flipped completely upside down.

Kimberly reached over to the side table, grabbing a hairtie and tying her long, brown hair back. Her hand migrated to her forehead, wiping it clear of sweat. The expectant mother winced in pain, groaning as she experienced some discomfort. This labor thing sure was hard. Probably the most pain Kimberly had ever experienced in her lifetime, and that was kind of an impossible feat considering Kimberly's past and what she had experienced before this moment. Hands down, most painful thing ever. Made everything seem like a walk in the park. "Oh.. fuck." She gasped, the pain clearly enveloping her and giving her a whole another world of discomfort. Even though she was put in a high tier maternity room, it sure didn't feel like it. Sure, the TV was on, but it was on BBC News, and the last thing Kimberly wanted to think about was the world she would be putting this child in. It definitely wasn't the same world Kimberly herself was born in. Definitely wanted this to end soon. She was starting to become disoriented.

The midwife sat by besides her, doing god-knows-what on her phone as Kimberly awaited the contractions to come along. She had already lost track of how far she was into this... which was not a good sign for Kimberly as a mother. Thankfully the midwife kept track for her, so that wasn't as big of an issue for her. This room was rather DULL for a maternity room. It was painted a lovely shade of boring beige, the only light on in the room was the lamp next to her, and the hallway outside. Otherwise it was pretty dim since it was night time. A stormy night at that. Such was the weather in a land like this. Always stormy, at the very least cloudy. Kimberly had never seen sunshine during her time here. The place she and Ross were staying in was lovely, but it couldn't reach its full potential considering that Kimberly spent a lot of time indoors. Too afraid she might've fucked something up.

Kimberly glanced around the room once again, it was only her, her fiance, and the midwife. Felt rather lonely, but this was a moment that only required Ross and Kimberly. After all, Kimberly was about to introduce a new life into the world - and Ross assisted in creating that life. She stared at the TV, before another contraction kicked in. This was indicated by Kimberly's low groaning, and sudden rising from her dormant position within the bed. The midwife took some notes, before realizing what this meant now. The midwife got up and took Kimberly's hand, as Kimberly breathed deeply and heavily. "Okay... you're in the transition phase now... all this means is that you're on the home stretch. Just stay strong, breathe, and relax."

Kimberly nodded, feeling more sweat drip down her face. This was it. A few more moments, and she would be a mother. She was going to put an actual life into this world. Kimberly could already feel the accomplishment that would overwhelm her as soon as she got done with. But for now, she had to be strong. Kimberly groaned and groaned, grabbing her fiance's hand and squeezing it as her midwife moderated the process, bringing along some nurses with her. After a few hard, intensive moments later, Kimberly groaned loudly one last time. It was quickly replaced by the sound of crying. At that point, Kimberly was stricken with a multitude of emotions. Fear, accomplishment, pride, and worry.

"It's a girl!"

Kimberly breathed a rather hard sigh of relief, plopping back in her bed as she smiled, tears flowing down her face and looking up at her fiance. "Oh my god... we did it." She said, her voice catching in her throat, "I-I'm a mom now... oh god..." Kimberly tried to keep the tears away from her face, but her efforts were futile as they started to stream. Her daughter was wrapped in a blanket promptly, putting a cute little beanie on her as she was put in her mother's arms. Kimberly had the biggest smile on her face, tears of joy flowing down her cheeks. The girl in her arms calmed down a bit, fussing around as Kimberly looked at Ross, and back down at her daughter. "Hi there... I'm Kimberly. I'll be your mother." She said, looking up at Ross, "You see him?" Kimberly asked as she gestured to her fiance. "That's your dad, Ross." Kimberly planted a kiss on her forehead, lightly grabbing her cute, delicate little hands, "Welcome to the world, Mia Hartley."

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Present Day

Two years had passed since the biggest day of her life. Kimberly still thought back to it from time to time - but now Mia was two. The cutie was already walking and talking. When people said their kids grew up fast, they really did mean it. Her career had in fact taken a hard stop for about a year and a half. But, she realized that she shouldn't have to put her life on pause just because something had unexpectedly happened. Kimberly had sold off most of her garage to support her new family. However, her 2009 Subaru WRX STi Hatchback, and 2001 Nissan Skyline GT-R R34 V-Spec II Nur remained - those cars she had loved dearly. Not to mention the latter was incredibly rare, and she had jumped through so many hoops to get to it. But, that didn't mean she couldn't introduce new additions. To be more family friendly, she bought a 2015 Subaru Impreza WRX STi, the updated version of one of her preexisting cars to carry her kid around whenever she wanted to. She also obtained a few more cars, mostly for herself.

It was a bit sad when she got back in the seat of her Skyline for the first time a long while. She had completely forgotten the bond she had formed with this car. However, the more time she spent reconciling with it, the more she remembered its quirks and her style of driving with this. Within no time she was back into her prime, driving like she did two years ago. To the limit and beyond. Now she was here in the Middle East, driving a BMW M5 given to her by a Sheikh to deliver something. It was good money, so she couldn't deny. Plus, there were definitely a lot of cars to see here. Big plus to the enthusiast indeed. However, they stopped by Yas Marina to visit a couple of drivers. She wasn't exactly sure who these drivers were, maybe old friends, perhaps? She did know a few, but she wasn't sure if they remembered her.

It wasn't until they walked out the door that Kimberly recognized one of them. "Hey Ryan!" She beamed, her face lighting up at the sight of his face. It had been too long since she had seen him. Kimberly was a big fan of the guy, she liked him. However, she didn't recognize the female driver next to him. She decided to introduce herself, walking up to her, "Hey. I'm Kimberly." She said, reaching out a hand. Regina responded promptly and reciprocated the introduction.

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Kimberly had one hand on the left side of her steering wheel, the other on the gear lever as she proceeded to transition into a tight turn. She kicked the clutch, sending it into a powerslide and clearing the corner easily. The M5 growled, all the horses packed in that biturbo 4.4L V8 working their hardest. The cops were all over them like ants on sugar. Whatever this car carried - definitely wasn't something the cops really appreciated. Kimberly gripped her gear lever tight momentarily, before loosening her grip so she could switch gear in a blink of an eye. She stuck behind Ross, hoping that he could get them out of the police's reach in no time. If they were to be caught, chances were that she wouldn't see her daughter ever again. The fear of that alone acted as enough motivation for her to keep driving to the best of her ability.

Kimberly followed suit as Ross turned right, straight into the construction sight. She could see sand be blasted onto the windshield, prompting her to turn on the windshield wipers before getting back on the road. The sound of squealing tires accompanied the sound of the V8 roaring, storming down wherever the hell they were as an attempt to get away from the police. The Sheikh was going to have to deal with some inevitable damage on his car, but it was better than not having his stuff delivered at all.

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Hurrah!

I was worried no one would know.

For the beard. To be honest I was going to use Jack originally. Or even "Goeff" when he had that awesome 'stache. But Adam's beard...for the beard.

@BigPapaBelial

Nah just go with the Mad King Ryan. His face is enough to decimate all. Doesn't even need a beard.

For shits and giggles you should throw Gus in there.

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Moxana points if you know who it is.

@BigPapaBelial

Adam from Rooster Teeth!

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I love your faceclaim, @BigPapaBelial!

Task Force Lima (COMPLETED)

Wendy continued along with the ground team, her weapon pointed where appropriate as she scanned for any tangos. She knew Lima needed all the men they could, which meant that even the sniper was on the ground with the team. Not that Wendy minded being on the ground, a little close combat didn't hurt much. The Canuck could handle all sorts of weapons, with the exception of rocket launchers and holding light machine guns. Those weren't exactly her area. However, weapons like shotguns, sub-machine guns, and most definitely assault rifles were something she was not afraid to get her hands dirty with. She originally started as a rifleman in the Canadian Army, after all. She stuck behind Neil, essentially covering the rear of the squad as they proceeded through the first floor of the building. They were quick, efficient. Just like clockwork. There was a reason why all the members of Task Force Lima were there. All of them had an incredible amount of expertise in their selected area.

Before the squad advanced further into the building, Wendy had the strangest hunch that there were still people lurking around on this floor. It was way too easy. "Jan, I'm going to be doing a little recon by myself..." She warned, before breaking off from her squad and venturing around the corner to do some individual reconnaissance. A little recon never hurt anyone. She tread carefully, watching for any sort of threat closely. Her suspicions would, unfortunately, come out to be true. There were two tangos standing right there within proximity to her. If they were to move from their position, they would spot the dead bodies and raise all hell within the building. Wendy was going to make sure that wasn't going to happen. She took aim with her SCAR, aiming it at a tango's head and popping off two shots. They were clean, indicated by her target dropping like a bag of rocks. She moved onto the next target in the blink of an eye, popping off another two shots and taking them out. They crumpled to the floor, verifying their death almost immediately. As soon as she was done, she relocated back to the squad, finding that they were moving up to the rooftop. It was going to be one hell of a climb most definitely.

One hellish climb later, they were finally on the rooftop. Wendy and her Barrett. It was a much better overwatch weapon than her AWM. Able to pop off .50 shots rapidly. That was the advantage with having a semi-automatic sniper rifle. No delay between shots. Just aim and squeeze. Nothing more nothing less. Wendy took a brief glance to the bottom, and found that this would be a rather crucial point to watch. "Alright guys... I think I'll be setting up shop here... cover the streets and whatnot." Wendy added in as she crouched down, beginning to pull out her sniper rifle and set up a spot behind some adequate cover. Well, it was adequate in context. All it really amounted to was a piece of corrugated steel and a hole in concrete she poked the barrel of her rifle through. It wasn't much, but it was better than being a sitting duck in the middle of nowhere with no cover.

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Are there still spots available in this RP? I see like three people I know in here :P