Craig Vs Orion

Chapter One: Craig’s Intro
Time strolled slowly by, like molasses in the winter, as Craig waited patiently for a phone call. Sitting on the hood of his blue 2006 Cayman, he looked out at the city street, watching the cars pass him by. Waiting. Then it came.
“Is this Craig?”
“It is.”
“This is Orion. I’ve decided to accept your challenge. Where should I meet you, and when?”
“The west side docks at midnight tonight. I’ll give you more info when you’re there.”
“Fine with me.”
Craig ended the call and stood up, stretching out his arms wide relaxing his muscles. He strolled over to the driver side door and entered the Porsche. Turning the ignition, he drove out to begin a much needed adrenaline rush.

Chapter Two: Orion’s Intro.
It was about three days ago, when Orion received a very important message. It was a regular day, just like any other, he was sitting in his home office, feet up on the desk watching ESPN, when the call came in.
“Orion!”
“Yeah?”
“You’ve been challenged!”
“By who?!”
“Craig.”
Orion paused momentarily. The man on the other line was one of Orion’s buddies, nervous that he had just been issued this notice. Orion took down the number that was given to him and hung up. He turned off the TV, kind of thoughtful like, and sat down at his desk once more, pondering what he should do.

Chapter Three: Come Again?
Well, as time always does, it came to where it was supposed to be and both drivers met up in the middle of the dock. Shaking hands and exchanging a few words, they handed the cash to the race supervisor and proceeded to their cars.

Orion turned the key to his streamlined 180sx and awoke it from its slumber. Fastening himself to the seat he put it into gear and pulled up to the line, revving the engine like its all he knew how to do. Craig, pulled up to the line and sat there calmly, looked over to Orion, gave a small wink and looked ahead.

The race supervisor walked in between the car making sure they both knew they were supposed to end at Green Field. Both racers acknowledged the course and waited for the supervisor. The duffle bag, filled with $200,000 in cash, was lifted into the air, held for a moment, then dropped.

Chapter Four: Live free or….lose not so badly?
They left a trail of smoke as they burned rubber down the strip, Craig gaining space as the strip kept going. The first turn finally came, and Craig set the brakes hard, slowing himself down to an easy speed on the outside. He looked out his passenger window and saw Orion moving in quickly. Orion, taking this moment, peeled into the tiny pocket between the wall and the Porsche, and escaped scotch free, now leading into the next turn. Orion slammed the gas to the floor and gained about forty feet on Craig before they hit the next turn, Orion once again gaining room, this time more than last, about twenty yards. But it didn’t last for long.

Going into the stretch of highway, Craig’s Cayman kicked into action and gained very quickly, and not long after, passing him by. The next two turns didn’t go so well for Orion, seeing as the Porsche had gained about thirty yards of space, the next two corners didn’t help him any. In the next few, a heavy array of quick turns and short accelerations, Orion was able to keep up, narrowing the gap to a mere fifteen feet. As they weaved through the heavy turns, it was an amazing display of skill, narrowly missing each curb, and each light post, but still keeping speed while maneuvering. But alas, there was once again a straight, and Craig once again, moved further away from Orion, gliding through the circle, crossing the finish, soon followed by the 180SX.

Craig opened his door and strolled over to Orion. He held out his hand for a shake, and Orion accepted it.

A smiling Craig said, “No worries Kid, you kept up for most of it, you even passed me up. Practice a little bit, and maybe next time, you’ll win.”
Orion watched the winner drive away.