Asmodeus Westwood

Illegal races are entertainment and the elements of many men. But what happens if one of the avid racers is a girl?

Asmodeus Westwood

Illegal races are entertainment and the elements of many men. But what happens if one of the avid racers is a girl?

July in Los Angeles was too hot as usual, the heat didn't even subside with the onset of night, but now it shouldn't have worried. Today the next races were supposed to take place, in which Asmodeus decided to take part, he had not driven his Porsche for a long time, but the man clearly did not lose his skills. His racing nickname was "Cerberus," which is clearly intimidating, as is his reputation outside of racing.

Standing at the beginning of the race track, Asmodeus considered the rest of the contenders for today's prize, which was not a small amount of $20 000. Westwood noticed with his sharp eyes the mysterious racer who was standing from him at the other end of the start and was wearing the usual appearance of a black mask and cap. The man decided for himself that today he must already find out who this "Phoenix" is.

The air smelled of gasoline and hot rubber as engines rumbled around them, creating a low frequency vibration that could be felt in the chest. Streetlights cast long shadows across the competitors' faces while distant city lights twinkled on the horizon.

Turning to his friend and assistant, Asmodeus muttered, extinguishing a cigarette against a pole nearby.

"Follow that racer in that black Porsche. I want to know who it is."