Bee

Task Force Lima (COMPLETED)

sorry all for my absence! I am moving into university this weekend so things have been very weird for me!

i do not have an ETA on a post but it should be soon :)

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

Four days later, Oxfordshire countryside, 17:00

Cassie was rather early to the bar, but it was for very good reason. While her peers spent their time just chilling out in a bar just a few days ago, Cassie did most of the dirty work. Lots of physicality, wrestling, and fighting overall. She might've been the hardest working on the squad so far. That did take a toll on her body and she needed to unwind. Unwind by chilling in a tub full of ice and water to flush out all the toxins in her muscles so that they'd be ready to go. This process was known as "ice bathing", very commonly used by athletes everywhere. It might've been a very unpleasant experience, but the end result was very well worth it. The end result brought stuff like refreshed muscles, and it might've taken a while for the patient to regain feeling, but they'd feel fresh and not as sore as one would think. Cassie was a firm believer in this, and she was chilling a metal tub of ice water, aggressive rap blasting on the speakers next to her. She hated this froofy British shit they had here, she needed some good ol' rap back from the states to keep her connected to her roots. It was a good pump up song, kept her on her toes and motivated to strangle Lancaster. But, no ice bath was complete without some good ol' American Whiskey. On the rocks, just the way she liked it. She was on her... third glass now? Cassie enjoyed her liquor, especially good American Whiskey, however Coke and Vodka had to be her favorite. All the taste of America with some Russian kick.

A man came into inform her that her time was up, and Cassie nodded, downing her glass of whiskey and sitting up, clambering out of the tub as water dripped for miles off of her. She got dried up fast and changed into some dry, clean clothes. She couldn't do anything but wait as the blood came back to her muscles, reinvigorating them. But if she tried to move now, she would probably fall over on her face and be as graceful as a drunk penguin. A few minutes had passed before she had regained feeling in her legs. She thanked her buddy for allowing her to take an ice bath, and she stepped outside to see her teammates sitting on the stool. It was a bit obvious what Cassie had just done, but it didn't matter, she had the upper edge when it came to physique. She checked her phone to see an unread text. Oops. She was already here anyway, so she figured she was on time. Cassie sighed and stepped over to behind the bar, sitting down and ordering yet another glass of Whiskey. It was a bit apparent that Cassie had a bit of drinks in her. But it was ok, she could hold her beverages.

As her teammate made a toast to the team, she raised her glass and hiccuped, before sipping on it like it was her life.

Burning Rubber (Bee and kingkonrad)

The Black Horse might've been a machine, but that thing was probably going to have difficulty hanging with all these souped up cars. This wasn't like anything they'd experienced together. Not like the race in Europe back in '13. These cars were purpose built just for these types of events. Kimberly's car was one of those cars. Sure, the Black Horse might've had a good power to weight ratio, but at the end of the day 550 horsepower wasn't going to hang with conventional racing. Ross had a few tricks up his sleeve, but Kimberly had a better weapon at her disposal. Not even her husband knew what she packed underneath the hood of her Skyline. Kimberly was in possession of this legendary car since November 2012, where she imported it directly from Japan and had it legalized in California via her own means. This car wasn't just any regular Skyline GT-R. Kimberly wanted to go big. She had the money, and she spent it well. Kimberly sure knew how to capitalize on opportunities, and here she was driving one of the greatest cars in history. But the car wasn't always like this. When she got it, it was bone stock. It came with the factory settings that Nissan had put onto this amazing car. 450 horsepower out of the factory, ATTESA E-TS, the works. It was all good. But being the girl Kimberly was, she wanted more. The RB26DETT wasn't enough for her. She was determined to extract every bit of power she could from this engine for as long as it lasted. Over the years, the car had gained so much. Most notably a complete engine rebuild and turbo upgrades. A majority of the parts inside the Skyline were directly sourced from trusted tuners, such as Mine, Amuse, etc. The only thing that wasn't Japanese about the Skyline was the driver. The driver was as white as can be, and Kimberly didn't want it any other way. The only thing Kimberly had a slight discrepancy with was the color. The Skyline was a nice silver, and if it was up to Kimberly and not the gods at Nissan, she would've had it a nice Midnight Purple or have it the signature Bayside Blue. Black really wasn't Kimberly's favorite color when it came to cars. The only black car she really owned was the 2015 Subaru Impreza WRX STi she owned to cart her daughter around. Other than that, she would do any other color. The Skyline though, was the greatest car she will probably ever own. She hoped her life never got to the point where she had to sell it, as she planned to keep this car until it came time to pass it down to her daughter or something.

As Ross began to fangirl over his car, Kimberly looked at Joanne and rolled her eyes. "He really loves that car. Probably more than he loves me." Kimberly laughed, before Ross finally finished going over his car. Now that Ross was examining Joanne's car, the both of them sure hoped that he liked it as much as they did. Kimberly couldn't believe a RWB Porsche was participating in this sort of race. They were like unicorns, legends! The same could be said for her Skyline too, but the Porsche had been around for longer. Hopefully the race would be starting soon, but before Kimberly could ask, Ross said something that might've offended Joanne a little bit. "Is that an insult?" Joanne fired back, taking that a bit personally. She was far from a yuppie. Most yuppies probably didn't even know that Porsches were this old. But before Joanne could get angry, Kimberly tapped her on the arm. "Relax. He's like that. You should see what he says to other people." Kimberly quickly defused Joanne before he mentioned the rozzers. Kimberly hated police more than anything. They had to ruin her fun, but she had yet to be caught by the rozzers anywhere. It wasn't as easy as it looked though, every time she ran from the cops it took a few hours off her life. Trying to figure out where to go at a split second's notice. It was hard. The race needed to get started soon. Seemed like everyone was itching to go already. The race looked like it was going to have a lot of people in it. That meant a big pot, a big pot that was going to be Kimberly's.

Suddenly, everyone started to get in their cars, catching Joanne and Kimberly off guard before Joanne looked at her watch. "Oh shit, it's about time." She said, gesturing to the cars, "You better haul ass to your car. This is a running start. No lineup. As soon as you're off the property you're going to the finish line on your own." Joanne explained, before she pushed Kimberly towards her car. The former athlete sprinted to her car, opening it and climbing inside. The R34 roared to life, revving twice before she shifted into first gear. She didn't even ease into it. After Joanne dashed out in her Porsche, Kimberly floored it and drove up the ramp, driving frantically to find her way outside. All the other people in the meet looked confused at the sight of all these cars pouring out of the construction site. That was the way people made sure the race didn't attract much attention. Nobody knew how it started except for the racers themselves. Kimberly drove around the construction site, before finding an exit and rocketing out of there. The JDM rocket powered down the straight road ahead, going through gears rapidly as a text showed up on her phone with the finish line details. She pressed the address which launched a GPS app, immediately showing her the fastest way there and that was where she was headed.

Burning Rubber (Bee and kingkonrad)

Kimberly walked around curiously, taking a close look at what the gearheads of Britain had to offer. She knew about those riced out Peugeots and Golfs and Fiestas around, but she knew that a scene like this would attract a lot more. Every country had an underground scene that offered a lot of generous sights to see. Like a year ago when she went on an adventure to Australia. They had quite the bit of saloons and sedans that were tricked out beyond belief. Tastefully too! Kimberly wished she was back in Australia, but she was here now. She was hoping to find something that really caught her eye. The brunette sort of had an underlying feeling that there was an entire section filled with the type of cars she was looking for. She just had to keep walking and walking past the numerous abominations and sorry excuses of cars that were parked here. These definitely weren't contenders. No way in hell. Kimberly had a big respect for Peugeots but this was just embarrassing. She was sorry that these cars had a rally lineage but came all this way to have... that. Big, fake, plastic wings that didn't give work for a damn. Kimberly took another turn and found a more impressive lineup of cars. She saw Evos, she saw M3 GT-S's, she saw many proper petrolhead cars that were worth taking a look at for more than just a quick second. Kimberly saw an Audi RS4 with its hood open coming up, and when she walked past she saw that it was packing some serious firepower. There were two turbos strapped to that V8, definitely giving it quite a punch. Next to that was a twincharged E60 M5, that had some firepower too. Kimberly's heart was starting to pound from sheer excitement. Was this it? Was she coming closer to the mecca of machines for Britain? Kimberly was super eager, a grin splitting her lips as she stepped into another sublevel of some sort.

This. This sublevel was a loading area of sorts, but in it were some of the most beautiful machines that Kimberly had ever laid her eyes on. There were plenty of already serious contenders here. This was probably the most prestigious out of all the cars here. One car that particularly caught her eye was a deep purple 993 Porsche 911 Carrera GT2. It was outfitted with a complete RWB bodykit, wheels and all. Kimberly couldn't help but to step in to take a closer look. She took a quick glance at the engine, examining it. This definitely packed some SERIOUS firepower to it. It was like two turbos had an engine attached to them. These were contenders. This Porsche was probably pushing 700+ horsepower, more horsepower than all those rice rockets up there combined. The GT2 wasn't even a common version of the 993 Carrera, but the fact that it was here meant that whoever owned this car knew their stuff. Speaking of the owner, Kimberly felt a tap on her shoulder and jumped a bit, shrieking before looking to her left, where a lady stood next to her.

"Can I help you?" She asked curiously, wondering what Kimberly was doing getting entranced in her car's work. The woman seemed to have a very thick Scottish accent, but it was soft and high pitched.

"Is this your car?" Kimberly replied, hoping that it was so she wasn't the only serious female gearhead in the area.

"Yeah... why do you ask?"

"I was just looking at it to see what it packed. You've got quite a set-up here." Kimberly remarked, leaning in closer to examine it further. This all looked custom made and fabricated by hand. Could it be that this was a homemade build?

"Oh? Is that so? Well everything besides the turbo and the engine itself is hand built or specifically catered." The woman continued to go into further detail about her car, Kimberly understanding every single word of it because what kind of gearhead would she be if she didn't, before she was snapped into attention again, "What do you drive?"

Kimberly took a while to remember the car she drove, before she regained total focus. "Oh. I drive a Skyline GT-R. R34" Kimberly said, smiling.

The woman in front of her grinned, "Oh, so that was you up there with the Subaru? That's your car?"

Kimberly only nodded, "How did you know?"

The woman smirked, "Because we can see all of you from down here. Why didn't you come find us sooner? Cars like yours don't deserve to be with the ricers. Neither does the Subaru."

Kimberly looked to the side, "Well... I didn't even know this area existed..." She laughed sheepishly, before rubbing her arm.

"Not from the area then?" The woman laughed, before sighing, "Just kidding. I could tell you weren't British just by the way you wore your clothes. I'm Joanne by the way." Joanne said, before reaching out her hand for Kimberly to shake

Kimberly shook her hand, before reciprocating the introduction. Joanne was a woman around the same height as Kimberly, she had the deepest hazel eyes Kimberly had ever seen and brown hair a few shades lighter than Kimberly's.

"Come, let me show you around." Joanne said, taking Kimberly's hand dragging her out to the middle. Kimberly saw cars that weren't even out yet, or had no business being in Britain. Such as the 2016 Ford GT, Corvette Z06 (C7), a couple Ferrari 488 GTBs, a Lamborghini Aventador, and Ross's favorite car in the world, a McLaren P1. There were a few other souped up sports cars, but those were the ones that caught Kimberly's eyes the most. "You're participating in the race tonight, right?"

Kimberly nodded, "So is the Subaru."

Joanne smirked, "Then why are you guys up there? You should be down here! Everyone down here is in the race. They're all pushing 700+ horsepower." A Porsche 918 pulled in a few moments after Joanne finished her statement. It was in a beautiful black and at this point Kimberly was just in utter awe. "Whoever got you into this race needs to get their shite together. Didn't you know this was where all the participants go?"

Kimberly shook her head, before she checked her watch.

"You need to get your arse back up there and park that Skyline and Subaru in here. We're starting in a few." Joanne warned, before she tapped the roof of her Porsche. "By the way, good luck. I don't know the next time I'll see you anyway." Joanne winked, "But you'd best be getting your arse up there right now."

Kimberly nodded and started to head her way back up, "Thank you!"

There was no indication of acknowledgement from Joanne, which was fine considering she was taking a seat in her Porsche and chilling. Kimberly walked back up hastily to get back to her Nissan. Those cars struck some fear in her. She hadn't raced since she had her daughter, and she hadn't had any time to polish any of her racing skills which concerned her greatly. She passed the Audi yet again, before turning the corner back to Ricer alley. She could see her car in the distance along with her husband, just before she was interrupted by a chav stepping in front of her.

"Hey there, lass." The chav said, adjusting his adidas cap, before motioning for his mate to come over, "This is the Skyline girl, yeah?"

The chav's buttbuddy only nodded.

"Lass... you know you've got quite an ass on you, yeah?" The chav said, putting his hands on Kimberly's waist. Kimberly was only focused on her car.

"Mmm... I'd fuck your arse for days..." The chav laid hands on Ross's property, and that was when Kimberly cut him off.

"Nope." She said stripping his arms from her ass, "Not ever."

The chav tried putting his hands on her again but before he could he was met with a punch square on a jaw which laid him out. This was all in the view of her husband, who she hoped wouldn't do anything since Kimberly proved time and time again she could handle herself in any situation of any sort. Before she could do anything else she was met by a punch in the face and that sort of gave her a nosebleed and a slight bruise on her cheek. Kimberly got sort of mad and punched him straight back, breaking his nose before he lied down and screamed in pain. Kimberly wiped away her bloody nose before walking back to Ross. "They're not gonna sue. No way they'll admit to me kicking their ass." She smiled, before wiping more blood away from her nose. "Do I still look okay?" She asked, trying to keep any more blood from dripping out of her nose. She waved off the previous statement, "But anyway, we need to get our asses down to the loading dock. All the race participants are down there, and believe me. It's a fucking carousel of cars." She said, before pulling out the keys to her GT-R and entering her. Kimberly took a moment to roll down her window and indicate for Ross to follow her. Kimberly's Skyline revved loudly, signaling to get the fuck out of her way or eat Japanese metal. She drove slowly back the way she came from, making approximately three right turns before finding herself in the loading dock again. Every single person in there looked up as the headlights of the Skyline reflected off the car in front of it.

Kimberly slowly drove in and turned right, before putting it into reverse and turning off the car. Joanne was the first to greet Kimberly with a hug, before backing off and wondering why exactly she had a slight bruise on her cheek. Joanne dismissed it. "You weren't kidding about the Skyline." Joanne remarked, before she saw the Subaru pull in. "What's your relation to the Subaru?" Joanne asked curiously, looking at it as it parked itself. It looked so out of place but then again so did Kimberly's Skyline. Kimberly smiled, "He's my husband." Joanne smiled, before making a cutesy noise. "Kids?" She asked curiously. Kimberly held up one finger, "Just a girl so far. One and a half years old." Joanne oohed, before making one more remark. "Wouldn't have taken you for a mother. Your figure is way too incredible and your face is just soo young!" Kimberly blushed, "Oh stop it." She said, smiling before her husband disembarked from the car. As Kimberly went to greet her husband, Joanne squinted and made out Ross. She walked over to see who exactly this man was and what he looked like. Maybe from this she could figure out what their babies would look like. As she walked in even closer, he looked awfully familiar. Really familiar. It could be mistaken identity. As Kimberly planted a kiss on his cheek, she looked at Joanne. "Oh yeah. Ross this is Joanne, Joanne this is Ross." Joanne seriously remembered him, but she couldn't figure out from what. She figured it was just her being dumb. "Nice to meet you."

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

Liberty managed to get her and her posse to some house near Peshawar. It wasn't the best of hideouts but it had to do for now. They'd set up a terrorist style video set. It was really ironic considering their interrogation subject. She grabbed herself a seat in the back and hung out in the back. Lancaster and company deserved to have their fun with the suspect. Cassie was responsible for some of the cleanup work, but that was usually the best part of interrogations. It wasn't interrogating themselves it was cleaning up afterwards. So many methods, Cassie had used a majority of the fun ones. She was looking to really toy with him today. She just got the best rush whenever she was cleaning up SV's dirty work. She couldn't kill, but she could maim, maul, and other bad things that started with an M, minus murder. She was dilly-dallying on her phone as she watched Cavalier and Lancaster hack a poor terrorist to pieces. Fucker deserved it anyway so it was no biggie. It sucked how those two had to be the ones to do it. Even though it would've been substantially more humiliating if a white girl like her hacked the poor dude to pieces.

The impacts didn't faze her, she was lucky to not have a certain set of genetalia and feel the so-called empathy pain every other male watching it would feel. Liberty looked back at her phone and continued to send virtual basketballs through baskets. She was getting a bit antsy, but soon it would be her turn to play and she had a couple things in mind. However at this rate he might've actually died before Cassie could get her grimy hands on him. Wasn't a big deal, not like she killed a bunch of people earlier anyway. Finally, the interrogation looked like it would come to a close and it was Cassie's turn to play. She smiled with glee as she stepped into the light, grabbing hold of the machete and wiggling it in her left hand.

Liberty took the blade and slapped Hassam on the face with the flat side as hard as she could, as a warm-up. She then turned around and smacked his groin as HARD AS POSSIBLE with the flat side of the machete once again, before kicking him and the chair down and stepping on his wounded shoulder. "You better look away, boys. Mama bear's gonna fuck someone up." Cassie grinned, before she proceeded to make Hassam her bitch.

Burning Rubber (Bee and kingkonrad)

The streets of London were something that Kimberly had grown strangely accustomed to over the past few years. It was sort of rubbing off on her, but she wasn't sure if it was just from being around Ross or what. Her 2001 Nissan Skyline GT-R V-Spec II Nur maneuvered through the slim streets of London, the 3.0L straight-six purring quietly underneath the hood of her car. Originally, the car packed the stock RB26DETT that came with every Skyline GT-R from the BNR32 and on. The Brits for some reason were able to come up with this sort of rave-like event catered to petrolheads like her or her dear husband Ross. She had been to a couple of these in the past, but those were in Scotland, not in the heart of England. If there was another downside to being in a place like England, the streets were ever-so-confusing. She didn't know how Ross did it, driving on the wrong side of the road and all. Ross also had the advantage of having a Subaru, which were common in England, meanwhile Kimberly was driving a JDM legend. Petrolheads everywhere drooled at her car, she was bound to stick out, but it was all worth it - this was a meet for petrolheads after all, might as well give them a treat. The car was pushing 900+ horsepower after quite the extensive modifications to it, originally it made even more but Kimberly tuned it back so there was a better balance between what the suspension and transmission could handle. It was at one point overhauled by a group of tuners in Japan, but Kimberly was hungry for more. She decided to rebuild the engine during her off-time from driving and increase the displacement to three liters, and replaced every part as it probably went under immense stress. Now, Kimberly was reaping the benefits of driving a much more improved Skyline. This had the works, just like Ross's Subaru. This car was her prize, the trophy of her garage, for many reasons. A big reason was the amount of shit Kimberly had to go through to get into the United States and make it street legal, the other was the rarity of this particular car. Kimberly had driven many cars in her life, but this, this always would be her most favorite. She idolized it during her years in high school, and now here she was, driving it to a meet in England.

Kimberly managed to find the location, the pounding music acting as a major clue to finding the place. It was a construction site, go figure. She just hoped it was stable enough and not collapse on the meet, that would've been a major disaster. As her and her R34 pulled in, all the people could see was the blue eyed brunette and the car she drove. Some people's jaws were hanging down low, others looked disgusted at the fact a woman was driving a way better car than they were. Either way, Kimberly gave no shits, she only cared about winning and her husband. It took her a while to find a spot, mostly because Ross's stupid Impreza (stupid in a loving way <3) took up the only spot she could see. Before it was embarrassingly long, she found a spot and backed into it, teasing the throttle so it fit in perfectly. She was next to a cute Golf and a Mini Cooper. When she clambered out, she could hear the sound of her windbreaker making noise as her husband came to her. "Hiya." She smiled, putting a foot up and leaning on his chest. Kimberly might've been only been 5'11, but she still made a presence on her 6'2 husband. Kimberly wrapped her arms around Ross and put her weight slightly against him, placing her ear against his chest as she looked at her car.

Kimberly only nodded as she rocked her and her husband, before looking up at the mention of her firepower. "Yeah... the same firepower that whooped your ass in Willow Springs a couple years ago." Kimberly chuckled, before tip-toeing to kiss her husband on the cheek. "Sorry baby, you know I had to." Kimberly stuck her tongue out before burying herself in Ross's chest again, knowing that she was his. The gesture alone shot down a lot of chav's chances at some Cheeky Nando's with Kimberly. She didn't roll like that, she was committed to the car. "I'm gonna check out the cars, see ya in a bit." Kimberly let go of Ross, walking around to see some competition. Already she could feel some blokes looking at her ass, however it was entirely her fault. She was wearing leggings, which showed off her defined buttocks. Her husband should be really grateful that ass was his, because Kimberly could hear some distant comments which had some heavy sexual connotation to it. "Oi mate, look at her arse... I'd shag that instantly." The thought made Kimberly shudder as she walked off to some area. Didn't really know where exactly she was going but that was okay. Anything to get away from those cheeky blokes. Along the way, she could see some Brit staples, such as more Imprezas and Evos, but these definitely weren't in the race. The race later would definitely pack some firepower, but Kimberly couldn't exactly pinpoint said firepower.

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