Need For Speed Ultra Run

Chapter 1 - San Francisco

Several years later. 7:45 p.m. Oakland Scrap and Metal Yard. A Red Porsche 911 Carrera 4S was attached to a magnetic crane. Claire woke up after she was knocked out and realized her hands are taped to the steering wheel. She tried to pull out of it but it was stuck. The crane was moving the car and dropping it on the car crusher. It was now stuck as it is the crusher is starting to close in on the car. Claire leans to the right and then leans back hard as she tries to break her right hand from the duct tape when it ripped apart allowing her to break free. She leans back again to free her left hand from the other duct tape. "The sunroof!" Claire exclaimed in her mind as she looks up at the roof and punches it. The broken glass was closing in but Claire punched the sunroof glass as it was broken and she climbed up to the roof of the car. "There's the opening!" Claire exclaimed in her mind as she climbs up to the top of the car crusher machine and drops down from it on her feet as she pushes the machine forward. Claire walks and runs sneakily to the Audi RS4 that she saw that was parked. "What the hell? She's outta the car! Grab'em! Grab'em! Hurry up! Come on!" A woman exclaimed as she and Michelle saw Claire running to the car and getting in it as she chases her down. She gets in the car and escapes from the scrap yard. "Hope this car works." Claire said in her mind as she accelerates hard and shifts up to 3rd gear. She looks at her rear view mirror and sees a group of Black Porsche Cayenne Turbos chasing after her which are the mob cars. "Great, company." Claire said in her mind as she steps on the gas hard and she sees a train incoming. "Train! That's the way!" Claire exclaims in her mind as she shifts up to 4th gear and passes the train as it blocked the mob cars from chasing her. 3 Hours later. Chinatown, San Francisco. Huang Hsu's restaurant. Claire opened the door and walked inside the restaurant. "You! The girl in the school uniform. We need to have a word." The woman called as she saw Claire walking inside the restaurant and she walked to her seat to sit with her. "Who are you?" Claire asked. "I think you know who I am. I'm Allie Dawn and you must be Claire Yajima right?" Allie asked. "Yes, but. Are you related to my mother Ellie Yajima?" Claire asked. "Ellie Yajima? Yeah, I knew her since I raced her in the Tri City Bay and she was one of the fastest racers in the city along with a guy that is named Branden Lee." Allie guessed. "Branden Lee? Yeah, he's my father. The two of them raced together when they were young and he was known as the hillclimb ace. It turned out he was a racing teacher." Claire wondered. "Interesting, but enough talk. It seems like the word on the street is you made the wrong turn, Claire." Allie replied. "What do you mean I made the wrong turn. But no one ever got ahead sittin' on their hands now did they Allie." Claire said. "Nobody from our block at least... you know I can help you straighten that out." Allie suggested. "And my end?" Claire asked. "What you do best. What you do better than anyone. Right now. Yes or no?" Allie asked. "You knew the answer before I even walked through the door." Claire answered as she and Allie got out of their seats as they were walking to a secret room. "The race is from San Fran to New York, the racers ever assembled. You win, I will handle your problem and give you a 10% cut." Allie said as she and Claire walked past a man that was carrying bowls and plates but one of them dropped and broke. "Woah woah woah woah woah. 10%?" Claire asked. "The purse is 25 million. Do your math." Allie answered. "Well after you." Claire replied as she walked with her to a elevator slot room and they look at the camera for approval. It was opened as it was approved. Allie puts the bag in the slot as the door closes and it goes up to the top level. An unknown guy takes the bag from the slot and puts a communication device in it as it closes and goes down. It went back down to the first level and it opens. "This will keep us in touch. Now we have to get you a car." Allie said grabs the tablet and shows it Claire. "Cars, I got covered." Claire replied. And now the story begins. The next day. 4 hours later. The Embarcadero. 8:45 p.m. The garage door opens and Claire walks in as she sees 5 cars to pick in the garage. "Hmm, that's a tough choice... I'll go with the Porsche." Claire said as she walks to an Orange Porsche 911 Carrera S and starts working on it. Minutes later. She was now finished working on the car and she parks at the exit of the garage. Claire revs the car to its limit to create engine sounds. "Claire? You ready?" Allie asked. "Locked and loaded." Claire answered. "There's over 200 other drivers and about 3,000 miles of asphalt between here and New York." Allie replied. "Sounds good to me!" Claire said. "We're up! Get to Nob Hill or you'll miss the race start." Allie replied. Claire shifts up to 1st gear and exits the garage. "Let's see what this thing can do." Claire said in her mind as she shifts up to 2nd gear and accelerates hard. "Echo 21. Got a large number of exotic cars in the downtown area, is there a 10-22 setup?" A police man asked. "Negative, how many cars?" The dispatcher asked. "I got at least 50. More rolling in every minute." The policeman answered. "So this San Francisco huh? It's a nice area." Claire wondered in her mind as she was cruising around the San Francisco to see what it actually is. "Okay this is definitely some kind of street race? Wh-where's our backup?" A policeman asked. "Backup is already en-route. ETA 5 minutes." The dispatcher answered. The 911 was heading up to the Nob Hill area and a Dodge Challenger RT popped out of nowhere and went into the race. "Claire you have to get to Las Vegas in top 150." Allie said. "Copy that." Claire replied as she took the jump and passed the 4 cars ahead of her. "Where the hell are all of these guys coming from?!" A policeman asked. "Give me full containment! I want all available units to the city on scene now!" The policeman exclaimed. "Cops are shutting down the city Claire! You gotta get out now!!" Allie exclaimed. Claire was now heading down the right and left bends as she takes a shortcut and heads past the pier and AT&T Stadium area. She was now heading for the parking area and Bay Bridge. "Head for the bridge." Allie suggested. "Got it." Claire replied as she drove to the entrance of the Bay Bridge. "Got a suspect heading down under the Bay Bridge. Code-4 you here to assist?" A police woman asked. "Uh negative negative, we got a Carrera going way over the limit. Definitely a street racer going code 3." The police man answered. Claire shifts up from 4th to 5th to 6th and 7th gear. She activates the nitrous and accelerates hard. It went up from 174 to 191 mph as she keep pushing it hard. "This is getting out of control, where's my backup?" The police man asked. "Backup is en route ETA 1 minute." The police woman answered. The Carrera was heading into the tunnel as it kept going after she is driving to the Bay Bridge. "Heads up, got an orange Carrera S out of control here!" The policeman exclaimed as he saw Claire heading into the roadblock but she turned to a ramp that leads to a bridge that was under construction as she took the jump and landed there while she evaded the police. 3 Hours later. 11:45 a.m. Altamont Pass Road. Claire was still in the race as a pack of cars were racing as well and a few were ahead of her. "Claire! You have to get to Las Vegas in top 150." Allie said as the device was lagging while it barely had reception in the area making it difficult for Claire to hear what she's saying. "What? Speak up!" Claire asked. "Las Vegas! Top 150 or we're out!" Allie answered. "Okay got it!" Claire replied as she turns off the device and takes the first corner while a Dodge Challenger SRT-8 and a Pontiac Firebird went past her. She steps on the accelerator hard as she starts the race and saw an opening to pass the two cars ahead. They were now passing a bridge and a section that leads to an off-road area. Claire took it and went for the off-road section. She shifted up to 4th gear and activated the nitrous on the jump section that exits the section. The Carrera left the section and went to an area that leads to the interstate. It was leading to interstate 580. Claire griped the inside of the turn that lead to the highway and used it to pass her opponents as she shifts up to 5th gear. They were now entering the interstate and the Carrera was now in the lead. It passed two under bridge passes and crossed the line first as it was now leading to Interstate 580. 30 Minutes later. Interstate 580. It was now a time attack. Traffic was now starting to crowded. Claire steps on the accelerator hard and shifts up to 5th gear. She turns to the next lane to avoid the traffic in front of her. "Modesto? That leads to Yosemite National Park and it leads to Vegas! Okay, stay on the highway and keep going!" Claire exclaimed in her mind as she stepped on the gas hard. She was avoiding traffic as she was heading down the road that leads to Yosemite Park. The 911 Carrera was warping in the zone as it was activating the nitrous boost to push hard as the battle commences to Yosemite National Park.