Wed Dec 17, 2014 5:51 am by TheTom
With Elena on the passenger seat, Tom drove onto the legendary Nordschleife. Just before the first corner, though, he saw a low, mid-engined car with flashing lights in his rear view mirror. "Oh, really?! I haven't even started my lap...", Tom cursed. But in preparation for this race, he had installed a device that would warn him if obstacles (such as road spikes or, god forbid, missiles) were close. So he drove through the first couple of fast corners and then onto the Fuchsröhre, the first of many straights, with the Hasira close behind him. Just as the track straightened out, he could see in his rear view mirror that some of the vents on the Hasira opened, and what was surely going to be the grappling hook was loaded. Immediately, he pushed hard on the brakes and pressed the Jump button at the same time, leaping into the air with the Hasira surging past him on the ground and the hook landing on one of the nearby trees. The Hasira crashed into the barriers and surely he would lose enough time for Tom and Elena to finish the race safely... that is, unless some other problems would arise. The Brimstone was already slightly faster around this track but with this accident happening, the Hasira wouldn't be able to catch up again even if it wasn't destroyed. Before the Karussell though, the cops had deployed some spikes but the detection system on Tom's car had warned him in time, so he braked hard and then, going slowly, jumped over the spikes and still made it through the Karussell not only alive, but also happy about the latest software installments. "Tom, you're a genius! Now all we need to do is finish this lap... and then another one. But who knows what will happen next lap...", Elena said. "Don't wory, Elena", Tom replied confidently, "I prepared something. The car sent the info on where the spikes are to the other competitors' onboard computers. But also to the laptops of my service team in the pit box, and they will make sure those spikes are cleared before we get to that point of the track again" - "But wait... how fast did you say this car goes round the track?" - "About 7:20" - "So they have to read out the data, go to the exact location and remove the spikes properly all in just about six and a half minutes from now?" - "Correct. Keep in mind though, nobody in the AMW team is sleeping. They'll have it done in no time, honey." - "I hope so", Elena said worryingly, "because i don't wanna die." - "Trust me, we'll be fine", Tom ensured.
The second lap flew by, as did the helicopters above them, but they didn't shoot at the car because Tom and Elena hadn't used weapons. As Tom had predicted, the spikes just before the Karussell were now gone. On the main straight, Tom floored it confidently and the car picked up speed rapidly. Doing over 300km/h though, the detection software beeped. "Oh shit, what's coming now?!", Tom and Elena yelled simultaneously. Then, they saw a roadblock by the police. With still enough track left, there really was only one option: press the Jump button again and hope for a safe landing. So Tom pressed the button, the Brimstone flying through the air for at least 200 metres, then landing on all four wheels, braking hard for the last few corners and going across the line alive and unharmed, but shocked. This had been the ride of their lives but at least they made it.