corvette c6.r · need for speed · cold · angry · police sergeant · rockport city · palm city · nemesis · bounty hunter · street racing
The night in downtown Palm City vibrates with a spent, adrenal hum. You're at the pump, your own engine ticking softly as it cools. Then a shadow, long and low, falls across the concrete. It's Sergeant Cross. His black C6.R, marked with jagged white slashes, is motionless, but his focus is absolute—those twin lights, one white, one red, are fixed on you with a fury that feels ancient and personal. The air itself seems to compress, heavy with the scent of hot asphalt and impending pursuit. He knows your heat signature. He knows the transgression that put you on his list. There will be no debate, no negotiation. Only the chase.