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SEEK & DESTROY:: LAP 1 🏁

WARNING:: slow burn, harsh language, multiple sex scenes, depictions of death, guns, arguments, fight scenes, drug and drinking consumption, street racing, angst, fluff, almost everything to the plot of obx is irrelevant in this fic.

SUMMARY:: Rafe Cameron an undercover cop with his partner Topper Thornton; are sent to bust ran by one of the biggest street racing rings in outer banks; only to be driven on a wild goose chase and falling for a girl.

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The smell of dark coffee and warm fresh ink on printing paper made Rafe’s mouth dry as he swallows hard and adjusts his tie in the uncomfortable wooden chair seated in front of his fathers desk in the rather spacious office that was located in the very back of the police department. Topper didn’t look any better than Rafe; practically wearing out the sole of his shoes as he twists his shoes against the old carpet roughly.

“So, boys. We have a problem that was sent down from the CIA” Ward starts and immediately Rafe’s face screws up in confusion. “The CIA?” Before his father can elaborate the words spill from his lips. “There’s a cartel moving around on the Island, we got a lead on a a guy named Barry Russo, mid 20’s, last real job he had was with the local water supply company.” Rafe’s face scrunches even more.

“Barry has ties to whoever is running this cartel. He runs a car shop where he runs those cars filled with drugs and all kinds of shit. After moving whatever is in those cars he uses them for street racing. Not too long a raid happened in the Bahamas in a garage where it was discovered that these cars were sent by Barry and were being filled with drugs and being sent back” Ward says and it makes Rafe scramble his thoughts.

“Street racing on the Island?” Topper finally speaks up and it makes rafe turn his head slightly glance at him. “How come we’ve never heard about it and we live on the Island?” Rafe asks and it makes Ward frown “Because it’s happening on the cut at night. Those back streets are from what i heard is where this is all going down” he slides over two files to the two of them and it makes Rafe sit up.

Looking through the files he see’s a list of names of repeat offenders who all have a foot in on this whole street racing and cartel connection. “and what are we supposed to be doing?” Topper asks and it almost makes Rafe sigh. “Those racers on the cut around your ages, it’s more believable if we send the two of you. I just need you to move in dig around get proof” Ward says as he began to dig through the small bowl of Candy as he loudly began to unwrap the candy.

Rafe was having a hard time taking his father seriously, after Sarah had become estranged from their father she had disappeared from their lives their father slowly became less and less of a respectable man. “Proof of what? The racing and drugs?” Rafe asks as he scratches at his eyebrow while his eyes flitter down to a photo of a garage willed with different imported cars with all kinds of enhancers on them.

“For the most part the CIA isn’t betting on every street racer will be locked up so don’t bet on busting everyone. But we need you to get close to Barry find a way for him to trust you and the second you gather enough information you report back and we get him and whoever he runs with and we get them to talk.” Ward sounds stern; and Rafe knew that his father’s words were the law.

“So this is bigger than street racing, we aren’t looking to book 50 people because they were racing around the block over the speed limit, This operation they have us doing is bigger than just Barry Russo but in order to shut down this cartel business we need to gut them from the inside out” Ward says as he points to the file in Rafe’s lap.

“You’re going undercover. The CIA is sending down a budget for cars and equipment. Don’t fuck this up. I’m vouching for you two especially seeing as your rookies and your my son” he looks over at Rafe with an expectancy in his eyes that swirls something deep within the pit of Rafe’s stomach that’s unsettling.

“We got this, alright? It shouldn’t be hard playing hot wheels and talking to a guy who’s most likely to tell on himself by bragging” Topper shrugs and that’s when Ward slightly tenses “I would say its that easy, but the last three agents that were sent in have ended up in body bags. I need you two to be smart and not fucking around” Ward sits up in his seat.

“You two are needed here, don’t forget that.” He pipes up and it makes Rafe’s hand shiver slightly. “What’s our way in? We can’t just show up randomly and start racing.” Rafe reasons and Ward nods in understanding. “Connections. A rogue agent was sent in a while ago, they called in a favor to get you guys a way in. You meet him tonight. They will give you burners, a temporary place to stay on the cut and you will get everything you need before then” Ward explains before standing from his chair.

“I trust you will be responsible and do what you need to do in order for this to stop” Ward says ending the conversation at that making Rafe stand in response “We will. Don’t worry about us” Rafe says and he doesn’t know why he could barely believe his own words. He knew he was in over his head but regardless he was going to do what he was asked of him and earn the respect he had been aiming to get the few months he had been on the job.

Leaving his father’s office with a cotton mouth and palms slick with sweat, Topper followed behind him with a smug grin “We’re going big time Rafe, why aren’t you smiling?” Topper said clapping a hand on his shoulder making Rafe shrug him off with slight annoyance. “Because this is suicidal” Rafe rolls his eyes and it makes a crease begin to twitch between Toppers brows.

“You seemed so sure we had this in the bag in front of your dad; what happened to that energy?” He walks shoulder to shoulder with Rafe now as they walk out of the doors and get in Rafe’s patrol car. The warm air that blows through the open windows as they start to pull out of the parking lot onto the busy roads.

“I’m. Trying not to stress him out. He’s been irritated with me since i busted that guy who was jacking cars” Rafe roll his eyes as they move deeper into figure 8. “I mean you did crash your car into a few cars and it came out of the budget” Topper winces making Rafe shake his head “That’s besides the point I got the criminal did i not?” He asks as if he was offended.

“Fair” from the passenger seat as he looks out the window as the sun begins to set the orange hues that filtered over the town, a sense of intensity behind them “You think we can actually do this?” He asks not ripping his eyes away from the passing scenery of the beach as people surf.

“I’m not saying we can’t. I just think my dad is putting all of his marbles in one basket and banking on us. This isn’t car chases, or petty theft. I mean sure; we’ve taken down drug rings around here but its not anything compared to a fucking cartel that the CIA are looking into” Rafe reasons, the anxious voice in the back of his head was clogging his thoughts and speaking for him.

“You don’t have faith?” Topper then turns to look at rafe looking at his side profile he looked slightly pale, his eyes more frantic as he looks around the street slowing down at a stop sign. “Look, regardless of if we bust them or not we have to do this. All I’m saying is that this is hard ball, whatever happens; we don’t do anything without telling the other. We need to have each others back from here on out or we’re royally fucked.” And Topper leaves it at that the silence that follows until Rafe parks his car on the curb of topper’s house.

Rafe looks down at his phone checking his messages “My dad said pack your shit, I’ll pick you up at 9 bring it with you and we’ll go down to the station.” He looks up to Toper who takes off his seatbelt and opens the door with a nod. “Got it.” He mumbles before he gets out a closes the door giving him a small nod goodbye before he unlocks his front door and disappears behind him leaving Rafe with his thoughts and the sound of his engine rumbling.

Rafe goes straight home and packs his bags throwing them in his trunk, Rafe tried to reason with himself to look on the bright side but he couldn’t get past the danger he was purposely putting himself in. Being a rookie and within the first few months of doing parking tickets and maybe every other week a car chase; Nothing to this degree had ever fallen into his lap like this.

When night had fallen Rafe had picked up Topper like he said he would and making it back down to the police department heading to the meeting room they had been told they would regroup in. The men and women in office wear intimidating upon first glance, Rafe and Topper sit next to Ward who pats Rafe on the shoulder.

“We got 2 cars so you slip in undetected. We have burner phones that only make calls, texts, and emails; you can send pictures in texts directly” An older man says sliding two clunky black phones. These were the kinds of phones Rafe and Topper would find on drug dealers in the outer banks.

“Tonight w just need you to go in and make an impression on Barry, one of his friends, or a racer” He pointed to the white board that displayed pictures and cars of Barry and his racers. “We touch down and you make connections. You won’t be wearing wires so i need you guys to listen closely and be careful what you do or don’t listen to” He guides both Rafe and Topper through the works, what they’ll be doing bfore giving them a meeting point and time before guiding them to the parking garage where they had two foreign and eye catching cars almost like the ones that they had seen in the pictures from the files they had provided.

“Where did you find these cars?” Rafe asked as he walked over to the yellow and black Nissan GT-R r33 covered in stenciling of dragons along the doors. “We’ve confiscated a few cars and used them when we send agents on the job” The man responds looking at the two cars that had all kinds of enhancements on them that he would rather not talk about.

Topper looked like a kid in a candy store as he looked at the bright blue car he picked, his fingers run across the hood. In the moment Rafe had a small smile on his face until he looks up to see the agent looking as if he wanted to say something and it makes Rafe look at him oddly as if he were waiting for the older man to speak.

sighing and pushing back the gray hairs that had fall from the slick back style it was supposed to be in “Can either of you drift a car? Or even race?” he asks and Rafe slightly pouts his lips as Topper’s smile grows. “Rafe isn’t racer or anything but usually when we’re on a chase he can work in traffic and he knows almost every short cut on this Island” the blonde gamer son excitedly which makes Rafe roll his eyes a bit.

“And you?” Topper’s upper lip curls against his teeth awkwardly before Rafe huffs out a small laugh “He isn’t the best driver, but I think with Toppers determination he can hold his own in a race” Rafe says as he pops the trunk to the car and tosses his bag in before slamming it shut and watches as Topper does the same.

“Be careful, if you need to pull back do it. But if you get invited anywhere by someone racer or groupie; you go. It could be a lead” He nods sternly stepping back “You got it boss” Topper pipes up as he rushes to the driver seat obnoxiously making Rafe just shake his head at his partners failure to read the room. “Good luck” He says before turning away and taking his leave.

Rafe gets in his car and puts his keys into the ignition with a deep breath as the engine purrs to life shaking him utterly to his core. The both of them slip undetected from the department driving off the familiar and peaceful side of the island they had both been so familiar with. Setting up their new place at a small apartment above the repair shop they would be using as a cover.

Rafe sat on the lumpy mattress in his new dingy apartment for who knows how long as his duffel bags littered the floor Rafe stares blankly at his wall debating his choices as his heart hammers in his chest. At any moment Rafe will have to get in his car and drive head first into something he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to escape from; and it terrifies him.

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