"It's not safe to be heading out of town right now, according to the scanner, cops have checkpoints blocking the exits to all of Kempton." An unfamiliar female voice said over the communication system.

Michael and Michelle struggled to keep up with the orange Viper and the hulking ZR2 as they ducked through various alleyways.

"What the hell were those things!?" Michelle asked.

"Drones. They are MK1 Tesla Roadsters fitted with modified AutoCab chips, positronic brains and a shit ton of sensors. They aren't very bright- or fast- but they can copy anyone's driving style almost identically, which means they are hard to get rid of." Quinn said as he drifted the Viper gracefully through an intersection. Michael noticed his driving form was almost as good as Michelle's.

"We've got a safe house nearby, as long as we aren't followed, you'll be safe there." said the female voice who Michael assumed belonged to Sharon.

"You'll be just in time for dinner!" Quinn remarked.

"Why are you helping us?" Michael asked.

"We may be rivals out on track, but off it, we are family. Gearheads are a dying breed, we take care of our own."

"It's what the Asphalt Knight would do!" Sharon added.

"Y-yeah, they probably would..." Michael remarked nervously.

They drove together in silence for what seemed like several miles, Quinn calmly drifting every corner lazily ahead of them while Michael pushed his Mustang to the limit to barely keep pace with him. He occasionally caught glimpses of Michelle's BRZ amidst the the blinding glow of the Sharon's ZR2's spotlights. They turns they took seemed almost random to Michael.

"Are we going in circles?" Michael asked.

"Sort of. The erratic patterns of our turns throw off the security camera tracking algorithms, and prevent police AutoCab roadblocks from finding and boxing us in. Generally speaking, we are heading in the correct direction."

"Right."

The convoy snaked their way through various alleyways and intersections, the squeal of their tires and the snarls of their engines echoing across the city, waking sleeping citizens and bathing the asphalt with tire smoke and skid marks.

Michael began to worry. Had the agents managed to get Amelia and Nick home safely? What about Riley? Was she going to be ok? What if they hadn't been able to recover her car?

Dread filled Michael's mind, but he pushed it aside and focused on driving, following the Viper's oblong taillights, trying to mimic Quinn's driving style.

Michael realized that something was off about the way he steered. He could clearly tell that the Viper had far more grip than his Mustang, with its massive rear wing and wide tires, yet he was breaking traction mid corner earlier than the Foxbody would. Michael pushed the Mustang even harder, passing the ZR2 and leaving Michelle in the dust.

As they drifted through the next few corners, Michael noticed that the Quinn was deliberately jerking the steering in such a way that the Viper was being unsettled, like an amateur who had never driven beyond highway speeds before, yet he was in compete control of his car, effortlessly drifting around every corner.

"Why are you driving like that?" Michael blurted out.

"Like what, kid?" Quinn said happily.

"You are deliberately steering to strongly, like you want the car to spin."

"I am trying to get the car to spin, so I know how to counter it. See on the street, especially with unpredictable conditions, it is very easy for the car to do what it wants. By forcing the car to spin, I am always in control."

"Huh..."

"I'm also keeping the car well within its limits, so if I need to make a sudden correction, I'll have plenty of grip left to do so."

Michael didn't know if he wanted to try that or not.

"We're almost there." Sharon said quietly.

Quinn's driving began to slow, allowing Sharon and Michelle to catch up to them.

They pulled into what appeared to be an old drive in theater, which was located deep in the abandoned suburbs of Kempton.

"Right, pull into the garage, one at a time. Sharon, you go in first, I need to put in their IFF data."

"Gotcha"

The ZR2 briskly backed up towards a garage door. There was a quick flash of blue light, as if the truck was being scanned. The door opened, and the Colorado backed in, and the door closed.

Quinn entered next, accelerating up to the to the entrance, and ripping the handbrake to slide in backwards just as the door opened.

It occurred to Michael that both of those cars couldn't fit in there.

"Right, 'Grease Lightning' come on in. Make sure you back up, and wait for the door to open."

Michael obliged, backing into the garage, which shut in front of him. He felt a sharp lurch, and he felt the car start to descend downwards. The floor was an elevator!

Michael's head began to feel with questions.

The elevator reached the floor, and he put the car in gear and inched the car forward.

Michael found himself in a well lit parking garage, well maintained with great lighting. He glanced around, and noticed both Z/28s, Quinn's Viper, the Colorado, and an empty space that had "Reserved Parking for The Scrap Queen" spray painted on it in a messy purple font, with various crudely painted flowers surrounding it.

Michael resolved to park in the empty space across from Quinn's Viper, and headed to the door at the end of the garage. He heard Michelle pull in and decided to wait for her.

"DUDE THIS PLACE IS SICK!!"

"Yeah, I'm just wondering how they built this." Michael said as he slid his helmet off.

"Oh we didn't build it!" Quinn said, leaning in the doorway.

"Then who did?" Michelle asked,

"Come on I'll tell you on the way down."

They followed Quinn down a spiral set of metal stairs.

"As far as we know, this facility was built for the Elemental Drifters..."

"WOAH!!!! SERIOUSLY!!?" Michelle shouted.

"What's that?" Michael asked.

"You really don't know... well, the story goes, there was some kind of alien invasion..."

"Aliens don't exist-"

"I'm getting to that. So supposedly, these beings were capable of possessing any kind of technology, and some reports say they could take a 'spiritual' metaphysical form. I'd describe them as living software... anyways, they were known as as Elements, and they possessed the cars of various street racers around the world. Essentially, the drivers who were chosen by these Elements would race each other, and the best of them would take on the dark Elements, sort of their evil counterparts, who possessed the cars of other racers."

"I get it, it's like a Japanese anime, the light vs the darkness-"

"If the Darkness wins, the world would be destroyed or something. Luckily the light won, and we have the world as it is today."

"Wait when did this all happen?"

"Some time from the 2010's to the 2020's"

"I've never heard of it..."

"Exactly, every bit of footage has been scrubbed from the internet, and all the major social media sites were enlisted to help brainwashing society into believing it never happened. And it worked too. The only people who believe it are some racers and those crackpots on the internet."

"People can't forget something like that..."

"Exactly. I watched the final battle live on TV when I was a kid. Everyone else in my family forgot, but when you are a kid who loves racing.... You don't forget something like that... Anyways, these drifters built facilities like this in every major city. The government dismantled most of em, but they never found this one."

"Look, none of this makes any sense, none of it has been mentioned before, anywhere, in school, online, nothing."

"I remember it, that's all the proof I need. You kids need to put your devices down and learn to think for yourselves."

Perhaps Michael had met someone crazier than Shiga, but then again, this guy was the top racer in Kempton.

"Come on, Dinner should be ready." Quinn said.

Michael didn't know what to think.

A quick bit of filler and exposition, hope you enjoyed.

@NgJLiang, if you want me to edit this or remove it, just let me know. Although you did mention you wanted to do a more in-depth crossover on Discord so I thought why the hell not.