As a street racer, the moment you see or even hear a cop, you’re drifting out of the alleyways and off the streets. But, no one warned you when you were halfway down the streets.

You slammed on your breaks the moment a cop car blares just a few feet away from your car. You groan before slumping back into your seat. You see the cop get out of her car and over to yours.

“Nice car,” she compliments, “get out.” You do as told then make a deal. “Race me,” you say before she cuffs you. “Race you?”