Action Tuning Action or BLACK FIRE. Part 2. Final. - Toyota Caldina, 2.0L, 2000

Action Tuning Action or Black Fire.

Part two. Final.

All ... there are no more secrets ... and their master does not know about it ... but only they thought so.

The veil of fog still continued to obscure his eyes, but the Abbot stubbornly continued to drive towards the city, to where at the moment was his only salvation, a shelter for the "Black Fire" - the Station. So for conspiracy, his comrades called the place of construction and parking of all tuning cars in the city.

The longer he drove, the more clearly the outlines of the surrounding area began to appear, since it was so familiar to him, so dear, because the Abbot was born and raised here, which did not matter in what state he was driving through these winding back streets of Irkutsk.

A sweetish taste in the mouth, more and more clearly showed through the receptors. Back in survival school, he was taught that the first thing you will feel when you move away from the "truth serum" is an unobtrusively sweet taste in your mouth. But the Abbot was ready for this, he was not so stupid as not to understand, no one would just let him go if they were ever caught. He loved his car too much and felt it too well not to notice, not to feel albeit miserable, but the change in the behavior of his car. He felt her as strongly as twins feel each other even from many thousands of kilometers away, as a mother feels her child. To the Station, in his buzzing head, to the Station and as soon as possible.

The station was a small, but cozy room, located on one of the underground floors of a giant abandoned factory complex built at the beginning of the last century. The place was not chosen by chance, the huge territory had many entrances and exits, in addition, massive blocks of iron and concrete shielded and did not pass radio waves, by which it was possible to accurately calculate the location of the Station. In addition, there were huge iron deposits in the mountain behind which the plant was located, which also contributed to the invisibility of the Station. The police, on the other hand, preferred not to meddle here unless absolutely necessary, because in addition to the harmless but noisy racers, the whole rabble of society lived here - bandits, homeless people, just insane, ready at any moment for any act, any meanness - to kill for the sake of a bottle of clean, not contaminated water was not considered a crime, but only an indicator of strength. This all had, perhaps, only one drawback, the whole territory was cut off from radio communication with the outside world. But the racers learned to get along with an unusual society, in exchange for patronage and peaceful coexistence, the Abbot and some guys performed their tasks, sometimes deadly, but what to do, you have to pay for everything in life. Sometimes this fee is very high.

There was no one behind, the habit of always looking in the mirror when turning to the factory had developed over the years, however it was still dark enough for Kaldina to start to stand out from the general gloomy gray appearance of the city and attract unnecessary attention from law enforcement agencies. Having wandered around the factory a little, the Abbot went down the concrete road several floors underground. The Station doors silently opened, inviting the tired dragon and rider inside. Having let the car in, they closed just as noiselessly. Outside, the thick doors of the Station were no different from the hundreds, maybe thousands of doors of this gigantic complex, the same rusty brown, just as massive, the same faceless. The only security means are surveillance cameras, as soon as the "Black Fire" entered the territory, it was targeted by several cameras, skillfully disguised from prying eyes. That is why the Abbot did not give any conventional sign to his comrades.

What happened? Why didn't you answer your calls? - the inhabitants of the Station asked him vying with each other. We put the whole city on the ears, but could not find you.
The abbot looked terrible, numerous abrasions, bruises, torn clothes - all this spoke without words. He dragged himself to the old leather sofa and collapsed into it as if knocked down.
We got caught, ”he said, indistinctly and tiredly.
Pity, said Old.
Although Andrey was called that, it was by no means because of his age, but of that vast experience in building exclusive cars in this metropolis. In his early forties, he was well-versed in all matters regarding any car. And he could put almost any part in any car. Its capabilities were only limited by fantasies, and sometimes by customers' wallets.
She was extremely helpful to us. But I believe it would inevitably happen.
The abbot felt overwhelmed and devastated.
Indeed ... inevitably ...
You come to your senses, I have plans for your car, - said Old. It is too early to write it off ... And don't worry about the bugs, not a single signal will leave this place ...
The Abbot was already listening to the last sentence through a doze.

Suddenly, instead of numbers and curves, zeros and straight lines appeared on the monitors. The red rectangle blinked with the inscription - Signal lost. It cannot be ... How is this possible ... We had the latest sensors whose signal is impossible, almost impossible to drown out. From such an unexpected turn of events, they did not even notice how a mug of hot coffee that fell out of their hands broke, how a half-smoked cigarette had already begun to burn the smoker's fingers. Twenty fingers convulsively pounded on the white keys of the keyboards in search of reserve frequencies, in attempts to do at least something.
They had reasons to hurry. As time went on, there was no result. The car, which they hunted for more than a year, whose whole life was at arm's length, eluded them so plainly and did not allow them to enjoy their superiority, their genius over the "Black Fire". It is not known what was more terrible for these two people - the cruelty of their boss or wounded pride. Hands tried to find frequencies at which one could try to pick up a signal, eyes looked for at least some useful information in fragments of their records. But all is in vain. The mind of each of them understood that this was the end. Deathly silence filled the room.

Thoughts clashed randomly in the skull. There was only one way to ensure their safety in a certain way, to rebuild the engine and electronics of the car ...
Before the Abbot had time to wake up and realize the state of affairs, Old gave him a piece of paper covered with numerous notes. I sketched a work plan, - he drawled. See if you can change something or do it differently.
After briefly reviewing the contents, the Abbot made a few notes and returned the sheet. In turn, Old nodded in the affirmative and quickly retired to the tech zone.

Reason still warned him of danger. He stuck his head into the lion's mouth ... But, in the end, he saw a lot of them on the roads. And he always won. And the process of improving the Black Fire has already been launched. There was no retreat in the face of difficulties in the Abbot's rules.

Deep in his thoughts, the Abbot felt that a gentle hand was caressing him. He pulled back.
You have to do me a favor, this time I want the most dangerous job, ”he said. I'm rebuilding the car right now and I want to check it one hundred percent.
Natasha laughed graciously.
You are my friend and you know it. What do you want?
She was attracted by his strength, determination and despair. She liked to snuggle up to him in the Station so that everyone knew she was sleeping with him. In addition, she was an intermediary in all more or less dangerous, but profitable orders.
He suddenly forgot what he wanted to ask for. Natasha deliberately lay down on her stomach, and her bottom formed an almost perfect semicircle. She sagged even more under the Abbot's gaze. Her strokes from her hands moved to his pumped chest. Then they slid down the torso. Natasha began to unbutton his jeans, whispering something in his ear.
The abbot stopped her with a gesture.
Do you want to make a couple thousand dollars more than usual? He asked quietly.
Natasha smiled slyly. She loved money. But, knowing the Abbot, she understood that they still had to be earned. After all, he was very suspicious of each task, checking them for frames. Sometimes this caution bordered on a persecution mania. But it’s better than being caught.
Depends on what, my sweet. She was also careful in dealing with him.
The abbot involuntarily glanced around to see if anyone was listening. He did not exclude now information leakage even among his own. What he was going to ask for was a little beyond his usual requirements.
On a plasma screen, huge as the sky, there was a movie about racing.
Suddenly the Abbot became nervous. He had a terrible headache.
Let's get out of here, ”he said. I want some fresh air. Natasha obediently got up. Passing through the back door, along numerous corridors and staircases, they finally came out onto a balcony, illuminated by the pale red rays of the already almost set sun.
So you want to make five thousand dollars? He repeated.
Natasha shrugged her shoulders.
Do you know a girl who didn't want to earn them? Unless you have to throw away some impossible thing.
It's not impossible for you, ”he muttered. Not even dangerous.
Find me a real job. I want to quit this business and go somewhere with you. Plus I was caught once. And if they are caught again, they will no longer stand on ceremony.
Okay, ”she said. There is one thing in mind. I've already thought about it. A lot of money has accumulated from illegal trade. They want to move them, but they need a reliable guy. You can do this job and get good bonuses, or you can ...
She came closer to him, hugged him and said, almost in a whisper, - to steal. And disappear in an unknown direction for a very long time. They will not be looked for, and besides, they do not appear anywhere, so they cannot be tracked.
Okay, I'll think about it, - replied the Abbot. He was, as always, overly careful.
They went back down to the Station. Kaldina hung on the lift with helplessly dangling paws and peacefully watched as people swarmed around her.

Look, how many bugs I got already, - said Rusya, pointing to a bunch of wires and black rounds lying around the car. And I suspect that's not all.
But nothing, I will clean it, it will be pure and immaculate like a virgin, - he drawled with a grin.
He loved to dig into the electronic guts of his charges. Sometimes, splicing non-splicing, as we all thought. Demonstrating our next masterpiece, we never ceased to be amazed at his genius. It feels like he was already born with a bundle of wires in one and a tester in the other hand.
Soon it will be transformed, - he drawled and disappeared under the hood.

Homer was finishing his magic over the motor. We will only change the shafts and the gasket in order to reduce the risk of detonation - in his words there was such confidence that the Abbot did not even go to see what condition the engine was in. He knew that if Homer got down to business, everything would be tip-top.
The engine and transmission are in excellent condition, ”he continued. We will not change the suspension and brakes, but the pads should be more resistant to heat. These do not quite cope with their task. By the way, what the hell are you doing on slicks? - there was a reproach in his voice. The abbot, of course, understood this perfectly well, but in response he only shrugged his shoulders. Look, - Homer pointed to the wheels of the car. We left the discs the same, but Advan tires, by the way the best for our roads, will be very useful.
Okay, I'm almost finished, there is not much left, ”Homer said, picking up the key. Continuing to turn the nuts.
The abbot examined the car with a gaze, reassuring it to himself - nothing, be patient, you won't have long to suffer. Soon you will really rush to freedom.

The car is ready, - the words of the Old brought the Abbot out of his slumber. So look what we did:
Cleared the whole car of the transmitters. Replaced, just in case, "brain", you never know what. But you still have to configure it. We installed other shafts, with phases of 264 degrees. The gasket was replaced with 1.9mm. As Sergei said, everything else is in order. They also repainted it so that they would not pay attention to you for a while.
The abbot thanked the guys, after all, they are great and know their job well.

Kaldina started to move and drove slowly. Leaving outside the building and driving up to the agreed place, he saw that Stif was already waiting for him. Sitting in the car and opening the laptop, he just said - let's go!
The car was rebuilt surprisingly quickly, in just three hours. Affected, of course, that Stif with the setting of this computer on you. And a thicker gasket eliminated detonation on a large boost and made the tuning process easier.
Of course, the behavior of Black Fire has changed. Power has grown by about fifty horses, and the character has become explosive. The dragon is now half asleep at medium speed. But if you just give him a little spur, he wakes up from hibernation and carries you forward with frantic force. And the replacement of the shafts made it possible to extend this time period, thanks to the cutoff for revolutions shifted to eight thousand.

Leaving on the mission, the Abbot checked all the systems of the "Black Fire". I drove a little along an abandoned highway that connected previously residential, but now abandoned cities. Accustomed to the changed behavior of his car. And there was only one thing in my head, what to do with this order? And will Natasha run away with him? Together. It is not known where. It is not known how long they will be pursued after their daring act. So many questions and almost no answers.

With these thoughts "Black Fire" drove up to the address indicated in the envelope. Almost in front of house number 24, a poster from the Sanitary Department called for the struggle for the cleanliness of Irkutsk more eloquently than any long speech. "Starve one rat today ... Save the child tomorrow ..." reads the poster. Despite this strange warning, Mira Street remained in genuine calm at the beginning of the dry and hot July noon.
Chuckling, the Abbot ran across the street. About forty meters from the place where he left the car on the other side of the street there was a telephone booth. He wanted to call Natasha to finally decide what to do in this situation. He was still hesitant in his decision.

A very thin lady in a yellow dress stopped in front of house 24 to let her dog urinate. She took advantage of this to cast a hard, judgmental look at the driver of this loudly screaming car. In her opinion, everything that was louder than her voice was screaming loudly and was subject to immediate obstruction on her part.
Internally crying out to the Lord for a curse on this godless generation.
She didn't have time to finish her prayer.
An explosion of terrifying power suddenly shook the silence of Peace Street.
A column of smoke and debris rose to the sky, and the blast wave carried the thin lady and her dog about thirty meters, lifting her dress on her skinny thighs.

The blast wave overturned the booth along with him, from surprise he hit the telephone and lost consciousness for a moment. The abbot did not immediately understand what had happened and why he was lying in a telephone booth, and not standing. Opening the door and looking out of the overturned booth, a terrible picture presented itself to his gaze. Here and there, debris fell, covering the roadway and the roofs of neighboring houses. The taxi hastily pulled up. A man in military uniform jumped out of it and ran to the destroyed building. The echo of the explosion was still buzzing in the ears of the Abbot and all the surrounding inhabitants of Mira Street.
House number 24 no longer existed. There was only an empty hole in place of three floors. The smoke partially cleared, and one could see a bookshelf with all its books, miraculously remaining on the common wall at the height of the second floor, like a surreal decor hanging into the void.
Oddly enough, despite the force of the explosion, house 26 was not damaged, while in house 13 there was not a single whole glass left.
The Abbot tried to make out the silhouette of his car through the smoke, but so far nothing was visible through the dense veil of dust and smoke.
Screaming, a woman jumped out, covered in construction debris. People ran out of the hotel opposite, screaming hysterically. Onlookers came running from different directions. The street was almost completely covered with smoke. The darkness is like eight in the evening.
A police car, accidentally passing nearby, turning on the siren, headed towards Mira Street.
Visibility improved a little, and where the Abbot had left the car, there was nothing but a couple of twisted debris. There was a wheel nearby and a few other parts from the Black Fire. It was a real blow to him. A sudden weakness forced the Abbot to sit on the dusty curb.
Meanwhile, in the smoke, papers and light objects were falling on the roofs and the roadway smoothly, as in slow motion.
The skinny lady with the dog straightened up with difficulty and pulled the dog by the leash. She fell silent with horror. One of the papers that fell from the sky sat down on the lady's hairpiece, and she raised her hand to remove it, filled with disgust. But to the touch, the paper suddenly seemed familiar to her. The woman looked at her closely.
It was a hundred dollar bill.
A bit dusty but fresh and crisp. Asking herself if this was a dream, the skinny lady bent down and picked up another piece of paper, thrown out by the explosion. It also turned out to be a hundred dollar bill. With a choked cry, the lady dropped her dog's leash and knelt down on the sidewalk, trying to grab the bills that the breeze was carrying. She was crying with a surge of feelings. Miracles rarely happen in Irkutsk. But the sky above the street was overshadowed by a rain of generously falling banknotes.
Almost simultaneously, all the onlookers realized that a fortune was pouring from the sky. An indescribable fever began. People ran, threw themselves to the ground, jumped to catch the notes before they hit the ground. The taxi driver stepped on the skinny lady's hand surreptitiously to pick up the banknotes. No one paid attention to her cry in pain. Both policemen from the patrol car, glancing at the wreckage, stuffed their uniforms with crumpled banknotes, cursing in admiration. One
of them lost his cap and did not even notice it.
When the firefighters arrived, the bills had already stopped falling. They started pouring water over everything in order to prevent a fire, because the houses on the street were located very close to each other.

Sitting on the corner of the sidewalk, the Abbot still could not recover from what had happened. What was it, the revenge of competitors or the planned destruction of the "Black Fire"? Was he deliberately left alive or was he doing it? Can you trust Natasha, because only she knew about this address? Many questions swirled in the still ringing head of the Abbot. He collected his thoughts. Slowly he got up, his legs were still wadded, no, not from fatigue, but from moral devastation, and walked along the street, in the direction opposite to the grave of his dragon "Black Fire".

Goodbye, goodbye my partner. Now - forever.