Car greetings. You lived for the car meet and greets, you traveled everywhere, all across the world for them, it’s where you made your money. You was well known on the media for your famous replica car of the Paul Walker Nissan Skyline GT-R R34, you seen it as your prize possession, having modded it to the bone. You took this car from scraps to the next level. You found a massive car meet and greet with a competition for the best car, winner won some illegal in hand cash. It was down in central London.

You felt a massive smile creep up on your face as you rolled through London, your engine forcing people to stare at your car, many people stopping to record, you saw the entrance to the meet and greet, it was full of thousands of cars, all ranging in different styles, some even on sale.

You drove in, had being given a name tag, everyone got one for the competition, everyone’s eyes were on you, you pulled up next to a line of sports cars, all kitted out in body works, the men that owned them watched you carefully as you parked and got out your car, you took a glance at the men, each named Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz and König. You smiled at them as you approached them.

“Nice whip you got there? Didn’t expect to see a Paul Walker replica rolling in.” Soap spoke up in his Scottish accent, everyone agreed but Ghost, he stayed silent, staring you down like he held something against you.