Week 10: Mr. J vs Adonis [MR. J WINS 4-1]

[Mr. J]

In the city of the proud, where the lights shine the brightest.
Mark started doing his rounds on one of his first assignments.
driven by others doubts & his own excitement on 15th & High-wind
the bitter years as a cadet were long behind him...
so much time spent developing new skills for each new crisis.
theivery was on the rise with an abrupt decline in violence
while waiting in silence, enjoying a large cup of soaked extract
a combination of espresso grounds & a cream coated head wrap.
the night is closer to ending. remain composed & steadfast...
he can no longer control it, he had to go.Good ol Ex Lax
his radio scrambled & he thought...smooth move shithead
waddling back he heard ..on the lookout for a new blue intrepid
as the roar of 2 engines revved. a bumblebee following a fish head.
instead of listening. he swung his door open as he dipped left.
Mark hesitated turning his lights & siren on as they hit 10th...
A few more blocks & all 3 of them would hit the main street.
one driver came to a stop & the other performed a 180.
His reaction was automatic as he flicked the switch.
8 tires screamed leaving smoke & burnt rubber in the mix.
one following the other while Mark swiftly flipped the script
shifting to the next gear he closed off the distance quick.
As he got closer, he noticed both drivers had their differences
One car was older but seemed to be restored to perfection
A black Mustang with a yellow stripe gaining more speed per second.
the other, a newer car. Royal Blue with a deeper hue in the reflection.
Back up....en route Car 38....at....Palisades..intersection.
with the roar of the engines, the message went undelivered.
or unnoticed, in that moment the option is lost once considered.
One car had made a hard right while the other continued its course
He jerked the wheel pulling his handbrake drifting into Bridgeport.
with enough speed to stay in gear he started shifting into 4th.
trailing 4 car lengths behind he started to close the gap again.
downshifting he swerved & prevented himself from an accident
Mark panicked when the car he was chasing ran a red light.
He had seen the oncoming headlights from a charging semi.
as the truck sped by it caused the Royal racer to spin, fishtailed
the back end a shell of its former self, leaving an oil slick trail
a mixture of a sick snail & Hansel from a Brothers Grimm tail.
as Mark approached the cries of pain were lost in traffic.
in that moment he heard the mutterings of a Boston accent.
Mark smirked at the words uttered fawking cars an automatic
I could have stolen the fawking manual but its a fawking automatic
goddamit...