>Be Lukem
>Chillin in dream land when all of a sudden
>COURTROOM HEARING
>Some skinhead accused of murder and being kingpin of an organized crime syndicate
>Found guilty
>No real surprise there
>Countless drug trafficking cases
>Arms smuggling
>Illegal street racing
>Arson
>Grand theft auto
>The list went on for a while
>I'm in the audience (whatever it's called) watching this man get his life crushed by the book
>He breaks his cuffs
>Decks the two  bailiffs standing beside him and makes a break for it
>He grabs me and gets a cheap shot off into my cheek
>Whips out a knife from somewhere and goes to stab me
>Counter that shit and toss him through front doors outside
>Kind of a bad idea since there were tons of people waiting to hear the verdict
>He steals a car and makes off
>Who brings a ford gt to a court hearing?
>The same kind of person who brings a fucking dodge viper
>Car chase ensues
>On his ass the entire time
>Dodging cars, poles, trees, people, trains
>Thank god for driving games and sims
>Shunt the fool
>Swerve
>Shunt him again
>Swerveswerve wheelspin
>Spun out because too much power, not enough traction
>Smoke everywhere followed by crash
>Get out of car and approach wreck
>This motherfucker is a god damn sergal
>Cops finally catch up
>They're sergals too
>People start getting out of their cars
>Everyone is a sergal
>Parents roll up
>Sergals
>EVERYONE IS A SERGAL
>Whatever
>Suspect is making a break for it
>His fuzzy ass is actually trying to run
>Chase him down and tackle him into a ditch leading to train tracks
>His feet are more powerful than I expected
>Kicks me off onto the tracks
>Of course there's a train on the way
>He finds another rustbucket in the ditch
>Bullshit convenience
>Find another conveniently placed beater
>Based convenience
>Hop in
>Car chase 2: Electric boogaloo
>He goes to make a hard left with his shitbox
>Stalls out
>The look on his face when all he saw was beater grill
>Severe T-bone accident
>Reverse car out of rustbucket
>Suspect is either dead or comatose
>Either way he ain't moving
>Cops show up and thank me for my help
>One of them pats me on the shoulder
>Holy shit those paw things
>One of them is talking to me about being a good citizen, blah blah
>Breath? Warm
>Voice? Gruff and hoarse
>How it feels to talk to a sergal?
>Pretty awesome
>Begin to walk away
>Oh there's the train
>Three lanes over
>Worried for nothing
>Bump into big ass SUV
>Lifted Excursion tier big
>Nice but who is driving
>Two sergals of course
>They both get out
>"Son, that was a brave thing you did."
>Brush it off casually as I'm coping with my father being a sergal
>Other one crushes me in a hug
>She's crying tears of joy and happiness
>"Don't you EVER do that again! I was so worried!"
>Gently return the hug feeling the mixed feelings about mom being sergal
>Cute but not sure that's how to feel about parents being fluffy land sharks
>But wait, there's more
>Hear loud as fuck engine
>It's that glorious deep grumble
>It's definitely a V8
>But it gets unexpectedly louder as it gets closer
>Straight piped
>My ears are ringing that sweet ring
>It's a fucking Dodge Dart Hemi
>Sergal gets out
>"You left your car in the lot, sir."
>Holy shit nice
>Get in car
>Foot on pedal
>Dat roar
>Once more
>Glorious free breathing V8 noises
>Buckle up and adjust mirror
>I'm a sergal
>Wake up
>Carboner
>Chronicle
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