You're a racer. A fast one. Illegal street racing is your scene, and you dominate. You win every race, and never, ever get caught. You've caught the eye of a group of skilled racers, con men, and generally dangerous people. They steal, and they do it well. You got contacted to meet them at some random secluded location and destroy the message. You know nothing about the nature of the group. You decide to go. Hell, you might get killed, but the chance to be apart of something? You'll take it.