Storm
“Monty that doesn’t make sense, we’re going to get caught.”
“You’re acting as if I’m not the fastest driver this city has ever seen.”
“You’re not.”
Lightning looked at Sally with an annoyed face, hitting her lightly on her shoulder.
They were planning a heist, a big one. Everything was almost done, there was one more thing they needed to fix. Successfully escaping from the cops.
“Why are you so sure that I’m not fast enough to make it? We don’t have any other ideas do you know that?”
“We get a second driver.”
“A second driver?”
“Yeah to distract the cops. Think about it, make it look like they were robbing the place. They’ll drive and distract the cops, meanwhile, we escape!”
“You’re insane.”
“But it would be safer.”
Lightning sat in silence for a while. Would it work? If they found someone almost as fast as Lightning, or faster but that was impossible, it might work. Could they really pull it off? Was it worth a try?
“If we do this, if. We’re going to have to test it out, and we need to find someone good.”
“Monty you’re acting as if I couldn’t find a good driver, I’ve had this idea for a while now.”
“And you didn’t tell me?”
“Well, I had to find the driver you dumbass.”
Sally got up and took out her phone, sitting next to Lightning. She was looking for something. Lightning was curious now. Who the hell did Sally find?
“Jackson Storm.”
Who?
“That sounds like some weird stage name.”
“Okay Lightning McQueen.”
Lightning hit Sally again, which ended up with her hitting back.
He took the phone from Sally, eyeing the man. Jackson Storm huh? Black dreadlocks, tired blue-grey eyes and a stupid smirk.
Lightning didn’t trust this guy, sure he was good-looking but to let him in on the heist? Making him a driver for them? Could he distract the cops? Lightning needed to meet this guy himself.
“When do I get to meet him?”
“Tomorrow, and don’t even think about being all judgmental. Remove that stick from your ass. He’s a great driver, fast, and that’s what we need.”
“And you’re sure we can trust him?”
“Positive.”
Positive. Lightning trusted Sally, Sally trusted him.
Guess he would have to meet this Jackson fella.
“Jackson Storm? Who’s that.”
Lightning was sitting behind the counter, his best friend Mater sitting next to him.
“Apparently some driver who’s faster than I am. Can you believe that? But I trust Sally, so I suppose I have to meet this guy.”
Lightning was sipping on his drink, black coffee. His usual at Flo’s.
Flo’s V8 café. A small little café at the edge of the city. Lightning basically grew up there. The owner, Flo, and her husband, Ramone, were like parents to Lightning. They raised him as their own and would always look after the boy.
Lightning always visited the place and would tip crazy. It made Flo furious since to her Lightning was family, and he shouldn’t have to pay but Lightning felt guilty and to him, it was the least he could do.
“Do you think he can distract the cops?”
Lightning snapped back to reality, looking down at his now-empty cup.
“He’s going to have to.”
“Try being nice to him. I know you don’t exactly trust everyone but maybe if you show him that you trust him he can pull it off.”
“You’re acting like a dad.”
“Because you act like a child.”
That made Lightning chuckle. He spent a little more time talking to Mater and letting him in on all the secrets of the heist.
After an hour he left.
Jackson Storm.
Dammit, this better be worth it.