Fighting to Be Free
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I shrugged, practically bouncing in my seat with anticipation of getting my hands on another car.
“Let’s get to the next one.”
The second car went the same as the first, no surprises, easy, Rob drove that one back to the warehouse and Enzo drove me onto the third. “So I’ll get this one and you can follow me back,” I told him, grabbing my bag and checking everywhere before I jumped out and jogged to the Audi R8 Spyder.
The street was a little bit better lit than the last two, but it was well after midnight now so there was no one around, this was a respectable neighbourhood, everyone was probably in bed ready for their 9-5 job tomorrow. I shoved the bar down the side of the window and opened the lock jumping in, cutting the wires for the alarm and resetting it quickly.
I yanked the steering column off and cut the wires, sparking them, but nothing happened.
Shit!
I slumped down in the seat and ran my hand under the dash, looking for the kill switch. A lot of nice cars had them, it had to be here somewhere, it was basically a little switch that was on the car that stopped the gas from getting to the engine. I wouldn’t be able to take this one if I couldn’t find the switch. Damn it, this wasn’t in the package!
I slid down into the foot well, looking all around but it wasn’t there. Fuck it, it had to be under the hood. I popped the hood and looked around to make sure the street was still clear. This was taking way too long! I grabbed my torch from my bag and jumped out, shrugging at Enzo who was looking at me with wide eyes. I yanked the hood up, leaning over, running my hand over the outside of the chassis when my hand grazed something. Oh thank God for that! I pressed the switch and let the hood down easy. Kill switches are really effective as long as you keep them out of sight, what was the point in having one if you have it where a guy like me can find it easily?
I grinned and headed back to the drivers side, shutting the door quietly and sparking the wires again, laughing as the car started up. I would get to drive this one, I pulled out and headed back to the warehouse, I turned the stereo on and couldn’t keep the smile off of my face as I drove down the street.
My cell phone rang, I snapped it open, “Yeah?” I asked, wedging it between my shoulder and ear, “What the hell was that? Kill switch?” Enzo asked, laughing.
“Yeah, f**king stupid place to put one, but yeah. I’ll see you there, ok? I’m gonna see how fast this car can go,” I said, grinning as I snapped the phone shut and pressed my foot harder on the accelerator really letting go, there was no one around so the road was deserted.
After about ten minutes I pulled into the warehouse with a loud screech, grinning as Ray rolled his eyes at me. “You even have your license?” Ray asked, laughing.
I nodded, “Yeah, I did it in juvie, passed with flying colours.”
He shook his head, “Who the hell in their right mind would give you a license?” he teased.
“Right, no time for chatting, I’m eager to get the Bugatti. Rob you come for the next one,” I said, as Terry stood up.
Terry frowned angrily at me, “I want to come! It’s the Porsche next, right?”
I nodded smirking, ignoring Terry. “Yeah. Rob, let’s go.”
“We have the key for this one,” Enzo informed me, throwing it in my lap,
“Yeah? You buy it?” I asked. Wow ,maybe I should have just let Terry come and get this one on his own, it wasn’t even a job if we already had the key.
“Yeah, Brett’s got someone inside the Porsche showroom. Once we got the VIN number it was easy,“ Enzo said smiling. (Authors note - VIN number is a Vehicle Identification Number - each car has it’s own one and once you know it you can buy a key for the car from the manufacturer).
Taking the Porsche was easy, the only thing it had was an alarm, so I sent Rob back to the warehouse with it, and headed to see the car of my dreams.
“Oh shit man, I’m so excited,” I said to Enzo, as we made the forty minute drive to where it was being stored inside a warehouse ready to be shipped out. The car was brand spanking new and hadn’t even been more than two miles on the test drive.
Enzo laughed, “I’m not surprised, that car is freaking awesome. Listen kid, you ever get tempted to just take the car and leave? I mean, that car’s worth so much money, you could just take it and go sell it to someone else for so much. Why give it to Brett like this?” he asked, curiously.
I laughed, “I could do that, but I wouldn’t live long enough to spend any of the money though, right? Brett would have me strung up by my balls.” Hell yeah that had crossed my mind, it hadn’t stopped crossing my mind since I got the list, but I had to do this for my Mom as well.
He pulled up outside the warehouse, “See you after then, Kid. Good luck,” he said frowning looking a little worried.
I pulled on a pair of latex gloves and pulled my hood up, there were security camera’s here that I’d need to disable. I ran over to the electricity box on the street and grabbed my dent puller, shoving it into the lock of the box and pulling it hard, making the lock pop completely out. I pulled the cover off and looked at the hundreds of wires that gave electricity to about a four block radius.
I dropped my bag on the floor and pulled out the schematics for the box, Brett had someone everywhere so getting things like this that told you which wires controlled each building was easy. I found the one I wanted and cut it quickly, glancing over at the warehouse, I noticed that the lights went off and the cameras stopped moving. I’d probably have about two and a half minutes before the generator kicked in, I’d have to be fast. I shoved the cover back on the box, people always laughed at me when I did this but I didn’t want to leave it off, what if some kid came along in the morning and got electrocuted or something?
“Let’s get to the next one.”
The second car went the same as the first, no surprises, easy, Rob drove that one back to the warehouse and Enzo drove me onto the third. “So I’ll get this one and you can follow me back,” I told him, grabbing my bag and checking everywhere before I jumped out and jogged to the Audi R8 Spyder.
The street was a little bit better lit than the last two, but it was well after midnight now so there was no one around, this was a respectable neighbourhood, everyone was probably in bed ready for their 9-5 job tomorrow. I shoved the bar down the side of the window and opened the lock jumping in, cutting the wires for the alarm and resetting it quickly.
I yanked the steering column off and cut the wires, sparking them, but nothing happened.
Shit!
I slumped down in the seat and ran my hand under the dash, looking for the kill switch. A lot of nice cars had them, it had to be here somewhere, it was basically a little switch that was on the car that stopped the gas from getting to the engine. I wouldn’t be able to take this one if I couldn’t find the switch. Damn it, this wasn’t in the package!
I slid down into the foot well, looking all around but it wasn’t there. Fuck it, it had to be under the hood. I popped the hood and looked around to make sure the street was still clear. This was taking way too long! I grabbed my torch from my bag and jumped out, shrugging at Enzo who was looking at me with wide eyes. I yanked the hood up, leaning over, running my hand over the outside of the chassis when my hand grazed something. Oh thank God for that! I pressed the switch and let the hood down easy. Kill switches are really effective as long as you keep them out of sight, what was the point in having one if you have it where a guy like me can find it easily?
I grinned and headed back to the drivers side, shutting the door quietly and sparking the wires again, laughing as the car started up. I would get to drive this one, I pulled out and headed back to the warehouse, I turned the stereo on and couldn’t keep the smile off of my face as I drove down the street.
My cell phone rang, I snapped it open, “Yeah?” I asked, wedging it between my shoulder and ear, “What the hell was that? Kill switch?” Enzo asked, laughing.
“Yeah, f**king stupid place to put one, but yeah. I’ll see you there, ok? I’m gonna see how fast this car can go,” I said, grinning as I snapped the phone shut and pressed my foot harder on the accelerator really letting go, there was no one around so the road was deserted.
After about ten minutes I pulled into the warehouse with a loud screech, grinning as Ray rolled his eyes at me. “You even have your license?” Ray asked, laughing.
I nodded, “Yeah, I did it in juvie, passed with flying colours.”
He shook his head, “Who the hell in their right mind would give you a license?” he teased.
“Right, no time for chatting, I’m eager to get the Bugatti. Rob you come for the next one,” I said, as Terry stood up.
Terry frowned angrily at me, “I want to come! It’s the Porsche next, right?”
I nodded smirking, ignoring Terry. “Yeah. Rob, let’s go.”
“We have the key for this one,” Enzo informed me, throwing it in my lap,
“Yeah? You buy it?” I asked. Wow ,maybe I should have just let Terry come and get this one on his own, it wasn’t even a job if we already had the key.
“Yeah, Brett’s got someone inside the Porsche showroom. Once we got the VIN number it was easy,“ Enzo said smiling. (Authors note - VIN number is a Vehicle Identification Number - each car has it’s own one and once you know it you can buy a key for the car from the manufacturer).
Taking the Porsche was easy, the only thing it had was an alarm, so I sent Rob back to the warehouse with it, and headed to see the car of my dreams.
“Oh shit man, I’m so excited,” I said to Enzo, as we made the forty minute drive to where it was being stored inside a warehouse ready to be shipped out. The car was brand spanking new and hadn’t even been more than two miles on the test drive.
Enzo laughed, “I’m not surprised, that car is freaking awesome. Listen kid, you ever get tempted to just take the car and leave? I mean, that car’s worth so much money, you could just take it and go sell it to someone else for so much. Why give it to Brett like this?” he asked, curiously.
I laughed, “I could do that, but I wouldn’t live long enough to spend any of the money though, right? Brett would have me strung up by my balls.” Hell yeah that had crossed my mind, it hadn’t stopped crossing my mind since I got the list, but I had to do this for my Mom as well.
He pulled up outside the warehouse, “See you after then, Kid. Good luck,” he said frowning looking a little worried.
I pulled on a pair of latex gloves and pulled my hood up, there were security camera’s here that I’d need to disable. I ran over to the electricity box on the street and grabbed my dent puller, shoving it into the lock of the box and pulling it hard, making the lock pop completely out. I pulled the cover off and looked at the hundreds of wires that gave electricity to about a four block radius.
I dropped my bag on the floor and pulled out the schematics for the box, Brett had someone everywhere so getting things like this that told you which wires controlled each building was easy. I found the one I wanted and cut it quickly, glancing over at the warehouse, I noticed that the lights went off and the cameras stopped moving. I’d probably have about two and a half minutes before the generator kicked in, I’d have to be fast. I shoved the cover back on the box, people always laughed at me when I did this but I didn’t want to leave it off, what if some kid came along in the morning and got electrocuted or something?
