((sorry about being away, I think I should be able to be a bit more consistent now)) Kevin watches the Cadillac drive off, leaving two bodies on the ground. He starts the engine on the Mustang and begins the long drive back to Roseport. After several hours driving (and several back roads), Kevin finally pulls up outside of his shop. Kevin heads inside and opens the garage door, bringing the Mustang inside. Kevin opens the trunk pulling a duffel bag out containing the promised money. "Well he didn't lie" Kevin grabs a screwdriver, removing the plates from the Mustang. Next he grabs a car cover, tossing it over the car. Kevin flops down on the couch, the full weight of the last two days finally washing over him. Just then Kevin's phone rings. "Hello?" "What do you mean you got it?" "Well that is great news, drop her off at the shop, I owe you big time" Kevin flops back on the couch, staring into space for a few minutes before his sight focuses once more, this time on the bag of money. He jumps up and grabs the bag, heading into the shops small office space. Kevin opens a small safe under the desk, and starts to place the money inside. As Kevin locks the safe, he hears a knock at the door. He opens it up and sees a old friend of his. "Jack, good to see you buddy!" "Just because I saved your car from being crushed is no reason to act like this" The two men stare at each other for a few moments before bursting into laughter and giving a large bro-hug. "For real though, good to see you. Open up one of the bays and I will tow her in here" Kevin opens a garage door, and Jack backs his flat bed with Kevin's destroyed 240sx on top. "Fucking hell, I was in that shit" "I took a look at the frame, and it is properly fucked" "Shit, that was a clean car when I bought it too, cost me way to much money to wreck it that fast. Fuck, I was supposed to go and do some show drifting this weekend" "So whats the plan? I know you, your bound to have another car you can take somewhere" "I guess I could break the E30 out, I haven't driven that little beast in a while" "And this car?" Jack points at the ruined Nissan "Strip what I can off of it, most of the powertrain should be recoverable" "Alright man, need a ride anywhere?" "Thanks for the offer, but I need to take the Bronco back to storage anyways" "Okay then, have a good night man, get some rest, you look like shit" "Fair enough, see you around" Once Jack has left, Kevin locks the shop up and heads back to his apartment in his Bronco. Kevin parks outside and heads up to his apartment on the third floor. He tosses his plaid jacket onto the back of the couch and heads into his bedroom where he flops down on the bed. Just before passing out Kevin notices his clock reads 2:30 am. Kevin wakes up the next morning at ten, grabs his hat from where it fell off his head in the night, and grabs his coat off the back of the couch and heads down to his truck. He drives across to the city outskirts into a fenced off property with the only building being a large barn. Kevin stops in front of the barn, and opens the door, driving the Bronco inside. Kevin parks, hoping out, and heads to a metal box on the wall. He opens the cover revealing several rows of single keys. He hooks the Bronco's key onto a empty hook, and scans the rest of the keys, eventually grabbing a single key with a red tag. Kevin then flips on a light switch, revealing a row of covered cars stretching through most of the barn. Kevin walks down the row, stopping mid way down, and pulling the cover off, revealing a lowered red 1990 BMW E30 M3 with gold rims. Kevin unlocks the door and sits down, memories flooding over him. He shuts the door and fires up the engine, letting it idle for a few minutes while he got a sense for the old cars condition. Once satisfied, he sets off, locking the barn behind him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you get off on this shit?" Kevin looks around, panic as the riddle repeats over and over in his head. After a few minutes he starts to mutter under his breath. "Breath man, you can figure this out. Just breathe... breath" Kevin perks up and looks directly at the man in the mask. "The faster I go, the harder my breath is to catch" Before the man in the mask has time to answer, Kevin hits the gas, popping the clutch, and doing a burnout as he heads onto the street. Kevin lets the car bounce off the rev limiter a few times before shifting into second, and he starts to laugh. After several seconds he stares into the eyes of the masked man while continuing to accelerate. "So, the far side of the island then is it?"

As Kevin drives he notices the black car following him. Kevin begins to take extra turns, watching the car continuing to follow him. After a while, Kevin eventually looses the car in the city streets. Kevin breathes a sigh of relief and sits back as he continues to drive. Suddenly as Kevin drives through a intersection he is blinded by a bright light from the side. Kevin's car is t-boned and is sent rolling, eventually coming to a stop on its roof, Kevin slowly drifts in and out of conciseness. *Three Years earlier* "And why should I loan you 100 thousand dollars" The man leans back in his chair, smoking a cigar, staring at Kevin. "Because I know when I win, I will pay you back with half my winnings from this race, more than three times your money" *One month later* Kevin sits behind the wheel of his heavily modified Golf GTI, looking at the flashing red and blue lights starting to close on his car. "Fuck me" Kevin sees the police gaining and plants his foot to the floor on the accelerator pedal. Seeing that Kevin is starting to pull away, the nearest cop rams the rear end of his car, causing Kevin to spin out of control and hit the center barrier, flipping the car. As Kevin tries to climb out of the wreck, saved by the roll cage, and dumb luck, a gunshot is heard, and a searing pain felt in his shoulder, jerking Kevin awake.

Kevin stands in the room taking it all in. After a few moments he turns to Marco "Look, there is a reason I turned legit. I used to jack cars, and was a driver for hire, but no more. I got sick of being paranoid that every car that took the same turn as me was a Fed. I gave up street racing because of that shit. And you know what, on the way over here I could have sworn I saw someone following me. So far today you have asked me to prove to you that I'm a good driver, but all you've shown me is that you are just some guy with money who can rob a gas station. That kind of shit just ain't worth jail time, I could have made more working in my shop for one hour than you probably pulled from that station, so if you ever think of a better reason than just a fucking paycheck, get in contact" Kevin pulls the handgun out from his waistband and tosses it on the table. As Kevin turns towards the door, he pulls out a smoke and lights it as he walks out into the night. As Kevin walks up to his car, he flicks the cigarette butt, opens the door, and gets in. Kevin floors the gas pedal, the v8 and tires screaming as he pulls out. As Kevin angrily drives away, a blacked out car pulls out several blocks back and starts to tail him.

After dropping Marco off, Kevin slips the piece of paper into the back pocket of his jeans before heading out again, still in the Mustang. After a short drive, Kevin arrives as a building covered in graffiti. Kevin gets out and walks over to the large garage door and bangs on it. Once it opens he tosses the Mustang keys to the man. "I come bearing gifts. 7th gen Mustang out here, and it's hot. You know what to do" Kevin walks in the building, looking at the cars in various states of disassembly "Hey boss, I thought you were getting away from this kind of shit" "I did, but you know shit happens" "Right then. Just a heads up, Rob dropped your Silvia off 'round back" "Thanks Jack, have a good one" Kevin heads to the back of the building as Jack gets in and drives the Mustang into the chop shop. Kevin takes off in the S14, heading towards the docks. Looking at the time, Kevin notices that it's starting to get late. By the time he gets to the docks it's after eleven thirty. Kevin flips the underglow lighting on and begins to drift around the docks. After drifting around for a while, Kevin notices loud music coming from one of the warehouses. He drives closer, parks his car, and checks the time seeing that it's quarter past midnight. Kevin gets out and lights a cigarette as he walks towards the warehouse.

Kevin watches as Marco runs inside. "What the fuck is going on" He looks over the alleyway quickly, and satisfied he sees no cameras, Kevin quickly checks the handgun given to him. Satisfied, he stuffs it in his jeans waistband, pulling the back of his plaid jacket over it. Kevin then tosses the balaclava and heads around to the front of the store, pulling his hat down low, and his coat collar high. Kevin spots a man step out of a Mustang, and heads over towards him. Just as the two men are about to pass, Kevin pretends to trip and fall into the other man. "What the hell man, watch where you're going" "Shit, sorry man" The two men head their own ways, and once Kevin is certain he is a good distance away, he pulls the man's keys out of his pocket and heads over to the Mustang. Kevin gets in the car, starts it, and heads in front of the 7-Eleven, where he waits for Marco. "Who the fuck does this guy think he is, dressing like that and hitting a fucking convenience store. What the hell am I getting myself into" While sitting, Kevin sends a text to a close friend to come and tow his car from the alleyway.

After a moment of consideration Kevin replies. "That is something I can work with. You still have me at a bit of a disadvantage though, so before I agree to anything I need to know about the types of jobs you all run, and just where I fit in" Kevin finishes his smoke tossing it in a nearby puddle. ((Sorry for the short post, I'm at work and wanted to get something up))

Kevin closes and locks the door after watching the man drive away. He heads over to the mini fridge and grabs a beer bottle out, popping the lid off on the edge of the fridge. He heads over to the only other vehicle in the garage aside from his Bronco. Kevin pulls the cover off the top revealing his Lsx swapped 1997 Nissan S14. After firing the engine up, Kevin sits in the drivers seat for a minute or two thinking. His mind made up, he gets out and heads over to his truck, grabbing his Zippo out, opening the bay door in front of his car and heads back to the car. Kevin quickly slams the rest of his beer down, tossing the bottle out the window as he heads out. Stopping at the 7-eleven, Kevin buys a pack of smokes before driving around to the back of the store, into the alley. Kevin steps out of the car, lighting a cigarette as he does so. Seeing a man standing there that he assumes to be the same guy from before judging by the Supra, Kevin speaks up as he leans against the hood of his car. "Look, I don't know who you are, but if you know of me well enough to seek me out despite me being out of the game for the last year, you should know that 5% is just a straight up insult" Kevin pauses to take another drag from his smoke before continuing. "Besides my time has recently become quite valuable, I'm going to need a minimum of 15%" Kevin leans back and waiting for a reply. ((@NyanRadscorpion))

7/10

A mud covered, lifted, 1984 Ford Bronco drives into a large garage with a sign outside identifying it as the Underground Performance Builds garage. A eerie silence falls under the mostly empty shop as the throbbing V8 is shut off. Kevin McMillan hops out of the offroader, stretches out after several hours of driving, and walks towards the reception area, patting the hood as he walks past. After checking for any mail left in the reception area, as well as his office, Kevin heads back into the main shop area, and goes to one corner of the shop that has some couches, a tv, and a mini-fridge. Kevin flops down on the couch and turns on the tv as he gets settled in. Kevin hears a knock at the door. *Sighs* "Fuck me" Kevin gets up, shutting off the tv, and heads towards the door, searching for his pack of smokes figuring that if he is up, he might as well have a quick smoke. Unable to find the pack by the time he gets to the door, Kevin gives up, and opens the door while speaking. "Look buddy, we are closed right now, come by next monday and we will be up and running again" Kevin looks the person up and down now that the door is opened. ((Tried to leave it nice and open ended if anyone wants hop in))

*Kevin puts the piece of paper into his jeans pocket and heads inside the shop once Jason has left. He starts working on a 1965 Ford Mustang that is up on a lift. Several hours later, Kevin calls it a day as he shuts the shop down. He cleans the grease off of his hands before turning his hat forwards and puts on his sunglasses, grabbing his coat and walking outside. He is confronted by two large men. They suckerpunch Kevin, causing his nose to break, knocking him down. The two men then kick Kevin in the ribs several times before speaking in a strong Scottish accent* "If we find out you're doing any dealing with those Bad Company faggots we will be back" *The two men walk off as Kevin sits up, his back against the wall of his shop. He gingerly touches his nose, discovering that it has gone crooked. Taking several deep breathes, Kevin proceeds to set it back in place, eyes watering from the pain. He searches his pockets, finding tissues to stop the bleeding. Kevin notices that the paper Jason had given him fell out as well, and after a moment of thought, Kevin dials the number on his cell phone. As the phone rings he lights a smoke, leaning his head back against the wall*

5.5/10

*Kevin snaps the zippo closed, placing it back in his pocket as he inhales, thinking. He exhales as he starts to respond* "I'll be honest here, I have a terrible track record with bikers ever since I've moved here. Twice they would have killed me if I hadn't of gotten out while the gettin was good, because they were not happy with my work. That's before I mention that my business is booming. I've got six hoists in that shop, and they all have builds on them, so leaving this behind just seems like I would be losing money hand over fist. I hate to say it, but it just seems like a bad investment for me" *Kevin ashes his cigarette before taking another long drag*

*Kevin shakes Jason's hand, his piercing blue eyes looking him directly in his eyes. Kevin replies with a smile on his face* "I like the sound of a business opportunity, but judging by your outfit and your bike, I feel obliged to let you know that I don't do work on bikes. That being said let's talk" *Kevin hops on the hood of a Lincoln Navigator, grabbing a pack of smokes and a zippo out of the breast pockets of his flannel jacket*

*As Kevin drives through the city he briefly considers stopping at his garage and changing cars. He decides against it and drives to the Underground Performance Builds shop, parking in the front amongst various cars either waiting for a spot in the shop, or to be sold. As he gets out and heads towards the door he spots Jason and his bike* "Hey man, can I help you?"

D.O.B: 17/091996 Occupation: Mechanic Height: 5'10" (1.78m) Weight: ~150 Build: Toned Kevin McMillan was born in a small town in the southern interior of British Columbia Canada. Through his earlier years his family move a lot before eventually settling down in Abbotsford B.C once he entered high school. In for the first few years of school he was an outsider, and mostly had kept to hisself. It was in grade 11 when he had managed to find a social group. His parents bought him a beat up Nissan 300zx, and he took it to the mechanics shop at the school to learn how to work on it as he did not have his full drivers licence yet. As the year progressed, he made friends involved in the car scene, some of whom were older and had their own cars. He started going out with them to car meets and street races. On the day of his 17th birthday, Kevin took and passed his driving test, and the very next day he had his first speeding ticket. As his final year of school went on, Kevin's grades fell as he would spend all his free time out with his friends, or modifying his car. As the school year came to a close, Kevin had barely managed to graduate. The night after his graduation, Kevin participated in his first ever street race, which ended with him being charged for reckless driving. When his parents found out, they gave him a ultimatum. He could either give his car up until he found a full time job and start to pay rent, or he could move out. Kevin chose to leave, getting in contact with his friends that had graduated a year before him, they managed to set him up with a small room in garage that they had started, and gave him a job as a mechanic to pay for it. Kevin continued to street race, becoming known in the local underground racing scene. After several months of this, he received an invite to a nationwide race, starting in Vancouver B.C, and ending in St.John's Newfoundland. Due to the nature of the race, Kevin knew that his car just wouldn't be able to perform at a high level for that amount of time. Kevin acquired a large loan from a mobster in order to cover the cost of entering the race, as well as buying and modding a car. Kevin bought a VW Golf GTI, and with just a month he set about getting it ready for the race. After spending every moment, and every penny, available to him making the car race ready, the day finally came. Every kind of car imaginable was present at this race, from high performance BMWs to cheap Honda's. The race set off, and once night began to fall most of the racers were in Alberta, most stopping for the night on the side of the road. Kevin continued driving through the night, his high capacity fuel tank allowing him to travel extremely long distances without stopping. Midway through the second day Kevin began to feel exhausted and started looking for a place to stop when he saw police cars behind him, lights flashing. Kevin knew that he could not afford to lose, so he pressed on, leading the cops on a high speed chase. After a hour of chasing, a PIT maneuver was attempted, combined with the lack of sleep caused Kevin's car to lose control, hit a barrier and roll several times, coming to a rest on it's roof, a roll cage being the only thing that kept Kevin from severe injuries. After a short trial, during which Kevin pleaded guilty, he was sentenced to six months in prison. After he was released, Kevin knew he had to act fast. He got what little money he had left and ran as far as he could, leading him to the island of Identity.

*After seeing the two completed cars off, Kevin heads home for the first time in several days. After a quick shower he lies down in bed, falling asleep nearly instantly. The next morning Kevin goes through his morning routine and heads out to his truck. He drives it to his personal garage, parking it inside. He walks along the row of cars, stopping in front of a covered car. With a smile on his face Kevin pulls the cover off a heavily modified orange BMW M3* "For old times sake" *Kevin grabs the keys off the wall and heads out in the BMW towards the countryside. Once he is satisfied that the city is small enough in his rearview, Kevin puts the hammer down, swerving into the other lane in order to pass by the only other car on the road. He swerves back into his lane as he spots a biker coming towards him. After several minutes of driving like this, he hears the faint sound of sirens in the distance, and sees the lights of a police cruiser in his mirror. After a brief moment of consideration, Kevin pulls over to the side of the road, expecting the cruiser to stop behind him. As he sits waiting, he notices that the car isn't slowing, and that several more are behind it as they blow past* "Right then McMillan, don't look a gift horse in the mouth" *Kevin heads back towards the city once he is certain that the cops have past*

Kevin sits back in the seat of his car processing what he had just witnessed. As the ambulance drives away he thinks back to all the times he had been in a similar situation, but with his friends being in a car accident rather than a drug overdose. After a few moments he snaps back and focuses on the task at hand. He quickly changes the song playing to I Feel You Now by Moog, and sets off to where Ryver's car is sitting. Once there he performs some diagnostic tests and determines that the alternator is the issue. He gets back into his car and heads up to his shop where he grabs a tool kit, and after some searching, a replacement alternator.Kevin heads back down to Ryver's car and replaces the alternator on the street. Once he starts the car and makes sure that it is running, he texts his friend that lives nearby. <Hey man, I need a favour. I need you to drive my car for me, I'm at the coffee shop two blocks from your place> After a few moments he gets a text back. <Happy to help bud, Ill be there in a few> After waiting for a few minutes, Kevin's friend walks up, and they give each other a 'bro hug'. Kevin tosses him the keys to his Subaru, and he drives Ryver's car back to the apartment building, parking it outside. Kevin gives his friend a ride home and heads off back to his shop, when he remembers that he needs to pick up a new case of beer for the fridge. He stops off at the nearby liquor store, heads inside, and starts to browse, trying to decide what kind of beer to pick up.

"Give me five or ten minutes to go get my car and I would gladly help" Kevin puts the unopened bills into the back pocket of his jeans as he turns to head out the door while grabbing his sunglasses off of his shirt and putting them on. After the short walk, Kevin runs his hand along the hood of his WRX, the water droplets from the rain the night before causing the dark grey paint to glimmer in the sunlight. Kevin slides behind the driver wheel and starts the engine. While the car idles he plugs his phone into the auxiliary cord coming out of the custom stereo and goes through his music library. He eventually decides on Jonny Cash's Hurt and drives off, stopping in front of the apartment building.

"Might as well, who knows, maybe I can remember a chord or two from when I tried to learn" Kevin says as he grabs the guitar. He makes an attempt to play a G C D progression, slightly screwing up his finger positioning. "I've always said that the only music I can make comes from a engine" Kevin says handing the guitar back with a smirk.

"I like listening to them, but I can't play to save my life. I do have a beautiful old Stratocaster on my wall though"

"If you have I probably had a good amount of grease on me" Kevin chuckles as he grabs his bills out of his mailbox. Kevin looks up from his mail and has a feeling of recognition when he suddenly places it. "I'm pretty sure I've seen you do a show somewhere. I don't think we have ever been properly introduced, I'm Kevin by the way" Kevin puts his hand out.

As far as this game goes I would say DevilDogGamer, FrankieonPc, and Sadaplays.

Kevin wakes with a start as the alarm on his phone goes off. He knocks his hat off his face as he sits up on the couch after sleeping on it for what feels like the hundredth time. He heads into the bathroom and cleans up before getting dressed in a fresh set of clothes. Once dressed Kevin heads into the kitchen and grabs a energy drink from the fridge. He walks over to the window as he cracks the can, and looks into the clear skies. He grabs his hat off the floor putting it on backwards out of habit, grabs his sunglasses off the coffee table, and looks at his jacket for a second before deciding to head out without it. Kevin heads down to the lobby where he sees Ryver sorting through her mail. He catches hisself starting to stare, and snaps hisself out of it. "Just don't be a jackass for once in your life, and nothing around here should be akward" Kevin mutters to himself under his breath. "Morning" Kevin says as he walks over to check his mail, flashing a smile at Ryver.

Kevin puts out the remains of his cigarette on the ashtray right outside of the door of the pub and heads in, taking a seat at the bar. He orders a beer and some food, and starts to watch the hockey game playing on the tv behind the bar. After finishing his food, Kevin stays a bit longer, talking to some of the other customers while watching the game and drinking a few more beers. Once the game finishes, Kevin pays the bartender before heading back outside. He briefly considers driving home as it is only a few blocks and the sidewalk is still soaking wet from the downpour that had only just recently stopped. Shaking the thought out of his mind Kevin begins the short walk home. As he draws closer to his apartment building he notices the flickering orange light of a fire on his neighbors terrace. He quickly jogs across the street and enters the building, heading up to his apartment. Once inside he takes off his shoes near the door and tosses his coat over the back of his couch before jumping over the back himself. He puts on some music at a level that he hopes isn't loud enough for his neighbors to hear and just sits back with his eyes closed getting lost in the music.