*Kevin wakes up in his apartment located above the chop shop. He has a quick shower, and looks at the clock in the small kitchen noticing the time is just after 7am. Kevin opens the fridge to try and figure out what he wants to eat* "Fuck it, I'll just go to a diner" *Kevin gets dressed in his jeans and flannel jacket and goes to leave the building, before stopping and grabbing his hat and sunglasses. He walks around to the front of the building where he sees three men standing near the entrance to the chop shop* "Sorry guys, wont be opening up for a few more hours" *Kevin turns to walk to his garage when his leg gets taken out by a baseball bat. He ends up on his back, and the three men stand over him* "Where the fuck is our money" "What the fuck do you mean" *The man with the bat swings, hitting Kevin in the gut* "You ripped me off, I had some work done at your shop, and now my car don't work no more" *The other two pull Kevin back to his feet, Kevin spits on the ground* "All sales are final, whatever work was done, you where told what might happen to the car, and you still gave the go-ahead, your money is gone" *With a sickening crunch, the man punches Kevin in his nose, breaking it. The two men holding Kevin throw him on the ground* "You have two days until we come back, if you don't have our money by then, we will do a lot worse than just a broken nose" *The three men leave, Kevin props his-self against a nearby building, putting his sunglasses back on and flipping the bird to the three men. After resting for a few minutes, he stands up, and limps the rest of the way to his garage. Once there he gets into his Audi and drives off towards the farms. After driving for a bit, his gut rumbles and he remembers why he left the house. He sees a small diner across the road from a gas station with a bunch of bikes parked outside. Kevin parks and limps his way inside, coughing with the effort*

*After driving for several hours, at 3 pm, Kevin parks in front of a small house. He goes to the door and knocks on the door, a tall redheaded man with a Irish accent answers the door* "Hi, how can I help you" "I'm looking for Ryan Johnson, I'm his boss. I was told he was staying here" "He's out right now but should be back soon if you want to come in and wait" "I think I will thanks" *Kevin heads in and makes small talk, finding out that the mans name is Sean, and after about twenty minuets Ryan walks in. Kevin gets up and walks over to Ryan* "Ryan, I've been looking for you for a very long time, so go grab your shit, we are leaving" "Why should I do that" "Because we have some things to discuss, and you need to go back to work, I have a job for you" "O-oh, okay" *After getting his bag, the two of them head down to Kevin's car. After driving a few minutes Kevin turns to Ryan* "Was that your car, where you driving" "I was" "Then why the fuck did you run" "I got scared, I was afraid the car would get traced back to the original owner I stole it from, and they would figure out what I did" "Look man, tomorrow, you need to get a new car and start driving again" *After getting back to Roseport and dropping Ryan off, Kevin decides to drive around the city for a bit to clear his head. At close to 1130pm Kevin is driving through Bayside to get back to his garage, he hears several gunshots go off. Not wanting to stick around, he hammers down on the accelerator, the V10 screaming. Kevin hardly takes notice of the '78 Deville as goes past*

*Kevin stops at a small coffee shop in town, where he eats a quick breakfast and a coffee. He gets back in his car and pulls out his phone, calling Ryan, and only getting voicemail. After hanging up, he starts the engine, letting it idle for a few moments, he sets off, enjoying the sound of the v10 engine. After driving through the city for a hour, he stops in front of a house on the outskirts of the city. He heads up the steps and hammers on the door* "Ryan, open the fucking door" *After a few minutes Kevin heads back to his car, where he pulls out his phone and makes a call* "Jack, do you know where Ryan went to, I need to talk to him and he isn't answering his phone" "Yea, he called me last night saying he was heading out to Turtle Beach for a few days and wouldn't have his phone" "Do you know the address he is staying at" "One second, I have it written down somewhere...Right, he is staying at 12416 Front street" "Thanks a lot" *Kevin hangs up his phone and sets off, driving aggressively down the highway*

*Kevin wakes up on the couch inside of the Underground Racing chop shop. He sits up on the couch, stretching his arms out, and turns on the shop tv to the news. On screen there is a white BMW M3 that has crashed into a telephone pole. He turns the volume up* Reporter-"As of right now the police have yet to find any evidence of who the driver was, and they are currently attempting to contact the owner of the vehicle" *Kevin turns the tv off* "For fucks sake Ryan, that had better not of been you" *Kevin checks his watch and sees that the time is quarter after nine in the morning. He heads outside, lighting a smoke, and heads down the block to his private garage. He stomps out the butt and heads inside. Once inside he goes to his key rack, and after thinking for a moment, grabs a set off. Kevin heads over to a orange Audi R8, gets in, and drives out, heading towards downtown*

Welcome @JackSparrow to Underground racing.

"To each their own and what not. I do have one car I've been working on that you might be interested in, assuming its not to modern. Its a 1970 Olds 442 convertible with the W-30 package. By the time I'm finished restoring it, she is going to be a work of art" *Kevin takes another bite of his food, once he swallows he turns back to Luca* "I get not wanting to let just anyone work on your pride and joy, but if you have any other cars that need work, or know anyone who does, you could do a lot worse then my shop"

+1 On the vote to ban

"Man, that lightning engine pushes close to 400hp stock. If I got my hands on one, I could easily make it blow that engine away without a ton of work. I mean the Ford GT runs the same basic engine. Given enough money and time, I could probably have one running well over 750hp" *Kevin tucks into his breakfast that a waitress placed on the table in front of him*

"I used to have a few guns before I moved out here, and I do like guns, but there is nothing quite like the sound of a perfectly tuned engine paired with the just right exhaust system"

"Strange choice that. I don't have anything against Chevy engines, hell I dropped a Chevy 350 in my old Hilux, but I would expect someone to brand match the engine to the car for a vehicle such as that. I am also a bit surprised it only has a small block in there. Now I'm not telling you what to do with your car or anything, but personally I would have dropped the 5.4L v8 from the Ford lightning in there" *Kevin takes a sip of his coffee before putting it back on the counter*

*Kevin turns to Michael* "I'm still waiting on my breakfast, and besides, I now have a issue here. I have seen some very interesting cars on this island, and I have worked on over 80% of them. Now this man here has a interesting car that I haven't touched, and I am very curious as to why"

*Kevin swivels around on the stool, leaning against the counter looking through the diners window at the parking lot, and notices the Ford 3 window coupe* "I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that yours is the old Ford out there. What year is she if you don't mind me asking" *Kevin takes a sip of his coffee*

*Kevin grabs his coffee and moves over to the counter where Luca is sitting* "Hey man, names Kevin McNabb. I've seen you around a few of my meetups, but I've never caught your name" *Kevin puts his hand out to shake Luca's*

"I've seen him around car meetups, although I don't know his name. Usually there are a few of them wearing those jackets, driving old hot rods and rat rods" *Kevin leans back on the seat*

*Kevin turns to answer Pam* "If I could get a sausage and eggs breakfast that would be much appreciated"

"I do a lot of things, and if I am honest with you a lot of them are looked down on in the eyes of the law" *Kevin looks down at his coffee* "But for conversations sake, I'm a mechanic. I own a few garages around the island, but the main one is here in town. I gotta say, and I mean no offence, but you are one of the more interestingly dressed people on the island. What exactly is it that you do"

*Kevin sits on the bench next to Michael* "Thanks man. If you like cars you should see my garage, I swear I sleep there more than my apartment"

*Kevin wakes up laying on the couch in his garage. He gets up and walks over to the coffee maker sitting in the small kitchen. He goes through the cupboards looking for the coffee tin. Kevin opens the tin once he finds it, discovering that it is empty* "Well shit" *Kevin grabs a random pair of keys off the counter, and heads over to the row of cars. He takes a look at the keys he grabbed and sees the Ford logo. Kevin unlocks the door of his 2016 Ford Shelby Cobra GT500, painted dark blue with black racing stripes. Kevin drives off, stopping at his favorite diner. He walks in and sits down in a booth near Michael and Rosso*

"I think its time to take a look at some of these rides around here" *Kevin starts walking around, looking at the different cars, drinking his beer*

"Its not like we are doing anything illegal, so if they do, it will probably be for a noise complaint. I made it very clear that no 'hot' cars where allowed after last time" *Kevin opens one of the bottles with his teeth* "I had to get this stuff imported here, its made at a craft brewery in my hometown. Last chance"

*Kevin shrugs as he flicks his cigarette butt over the railing* "First of all, I have like 4 of those t-shirts, and they make for a durable work shirt. The only reason I don't wear this one that often is because frankly it is really expensive" *Kevin laughs* "I considered the Evo and the Impreza, but those are already done up good enough, which is no fun for me. I was considering the Quattro, but I think a Cosworth Escort RS is going to be the way to go. Just a matter of finding one for sale" *Kevin walks to the trunk of his car, opening it, and grabs two bottles of beer from a cooler in the back. He walks back after shutting the trunk, offering one to Mia*

*Kevin opens the door, and laughs* "Now how would it look if I was early to my own event" *Kevin adjusts his flannel shirt, before lighting a smoke of his own. He opens the hood, the engine bay bathed in lights hidden in the hood. Kevin leans against the car talking with Mia again* "I've been thinking, I need another car. Before you say anything, yes I have five, but none of them are rally cars. I have a show car" *Kevin gestures to the Skyline* "A race car, a drift car, a day to day fun car, and a 4x4, but no rally cars"

*Kevin drives into his private garage, where he parks his GT500 next to a heavily modified lowered 1971 Datsun 240z. Kevin walks down the row of cars, stopping at a 2001 Nissan Skyline GTR R34, painted matte black, with orange highlights. He turns it on, and rolls out onto the street. As the sun goes down, Kevin turns on the orange underglow lighting. At 1130 Kevin rolls into the parking garage, the lowered car having just enough clearance, music blasting out the custom speaker system. Kevin drives slowly between the rows of cars parking at the far end*

*Kevin parks his Shelby on top of a hill overlooking the city. He gets out, lights a cigarette, leans against the hood, and takes in the view getting lost in thought. As the cigarette burns down to the filter, Kevin pulls out his phone and sends a text to Mia* " 11 pm, Top of parking garage at the corner of 5th and Westminster" *After the text is sent, Kevin gets back into his car and heads down the winding road that leads back to the city. Once he hits the city, he passes by a convoy of two semi trucks and three G wagons, with a Porsche following* "If only I had some people here, that looks like it could be a solid scores" *Kevin slams on the accelerator, heading deeper into the city*

*Kevin tosses his phone into the center console, looking at the bikers still behind him in the rear view mirror. The next stop sign Kevin pulls up to, he rolls his window down and starts playing AC/DC loudly through the custom speaker system he had installed. Kevin looks both ways before making a left turn down the relatively deserted street. As he is driving, he lights a cigarette, holding it out the window when he isn't taking a drag off it. Getting lost in deep though, Kevin drives further from the center of the city almost on autopilot*