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Posted by dracos on Mar 21, 2006 21:53:37 GMT -6
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Dracos pulled his newly rented car around the bend of a very sharp pinhead turn on Ocean Ridge Drive. All the preparations were in order. Some hot Chinese takeout sat in the passenger's seat, filling the car with its smell. He had swapped out the plates for one of the clean sets he keeps at his house. Dracos zipped up a black raincoat and stepped out of the car into the downpour.
He opened the trunk and took out a black tarp which he threw over the car, effectively rendering it invisible in the dark rainy night. He took a similar tarp, and, after lying down on the side of the road, covered himself with it. Dracos looked at his watch, 2:23 AM. Almost show time. He took a PDA out of his pocket which showed the location of Mr. Quatrochii's limo, via a previously installed tracker. It was closing, and fast.
“Good.” Dracos thought to himself. He had been hoping that the driver had had something to drink, it made his job easier.
When the car was about five miles away, Dracos froze a large patch of rainwater on the road. It was invisible, but slicker than oil.
The car rounded a bend and Dracos could see the glare of its headlights. While in reality, it only encompassed a few seconds, it seemed like an eternity for Dracos. The car entered his range, and Dracos froze a small section of break fluid. The break line burst, and as the car was instantaneously without breaks. In an instant, Dracos had a small digital camera out.
The car hit the patch of ice, and the driver found that his breaks had failed. Half a second later the car smashed through the guard rail, and fell over a hundred feet to the jagged rocks and ferocious tides below. Dracos quickly snapped a shot of the car going over. There was a resonating bang as a spark set off the fuel tank.
Dracos got out from his cover, leaned over the rail, snapped another picture of the flaming wreck, vaporized the ice, threw both his and the car's tarps in the trunk, and was gone in less than thirty seconds.
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