You were a well known racer, not for the good types. Street races. You had the cops on your tail 24/7, One warm nice night, you were challenged to race a guy named Hawks, you knew nothing about it but you took a shot at it, you met up where the race starts. Hawks was in his car. An AC Cobra. It was a fast car but eh. "So you think your gonna win birdy?" he says, his voice was smooth and nice to listen to, he had a flirty/cocky grin across his face