“Except for one M3 GTR, one that belonged to a national criminal.” Jackson tilted his head. Jackson inspected the entire side, trying to see where the lines were. “Look at how it runs along the car, I’ve never seen a single car with a livery like this one.” I said. “Uh, okay? So it has a pinstripe, big deal.” I ran my finger along the side, following that same line.
See this silver line here?” Jackson walked over to the door, and looked at the line. “You sure this thing is the same one? I mean, it definitely doesn’t look too much like a GTR.” I walked over to the side, and pointed the line beneath the passenger window. This car had definitely seen better days, no doubt about it. Covered in a thin layer of dust, dirt, and dried up mudspots. There it was, sitting alone, unloved, next to some dumpsters and scraps left behind.
“That…is the M3 GTR from Rockport.” I turned towards the car, grinning like an idiot.
I turned around, pointing back at the car. “No, it definitely is.” I said, filled with excitement. “Holy shit, is that…No, it couldn’t be.” He ran his hand through his hair in shock, but mostly confusion. He shot up in surprise, his eyes fixated on the beaten car before him. He slowly walked over to where I was standing, looking half dead until he finally made it around the corner. “Just come over here and see it!” Jackson let out a sigh, looking defeated. “What is it?” Jackson said, looking tired. “Jackson, get over here! You’re gonna want to see this!” He stepped away from the car, trying to peek at what was around the corner of the building. I turned around, and shouted at my friend, who was standing in front of the driver door of his car. Once I laid my eyes on it properly, I became absolutely certain of what I was looking at. When we finally turned around and pulled over, I ran over to the side of the building that the car was parked next to. It couldn’t been for more than a couple of seconds, but I knew what I saw.
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