Word traveled fast in London's underground. A new driver one who could vanish from the cops like smoke, who could out-race, out-gun, and out-think anyone behind the wheel.
It didn't take long for that word to reach Owen Shaw.
Jeff was in the safehouse, running system diagnostics on his ride, when the message came. A single line, no sender:
"Meet at Canary Wharf. Midnight."
Most people would've ignored it. Jeff knew better. This was an invitation from someone with real pull.
At midnight, he rolled into the empty dockyard. A convoy of matte-black vehicles already waited, engines purring in the dark. At their centre stood Owen Shaw calm, precise, the kind of man who looked like he could dismantle the world if it paid well enough.
Shaw sized Jeff up as he stepped out of the car. "You've been making a lot of noise for someone who doesn't exist."
Jeff smirked. "I like to keep it that way."
Shaw circled the car, eyes sharp. "EMP systems. Self-healing armor. Hybrid drive. Not standard kit. Where'd you get this?"
Jeff just shrugged. "Let's say I have… resources."
For the first time, Shaw's lips twitched into a smile. "Good. I don't like men who talk too much. I like men who get the job done."
The test came fast. Within an hour, Jeff was behind the wheel again—this time driving Shaw's men during a smash-and-grab on an MI6 transport convoy. Military-grade weapons, precision timing, and chaos on the streets of London.
Jeff didn't just keep up. He excelled. Threading traffic at two hundred kilometres per hour, evading choppers, out maneuvering counter-surveillance. His car's transformation module flipped the chassis mid-chase, throwing pursuers off. Shaw's crew watched in awe as Jeff turned a near-disaster into a flawless escape.
Back at the base, Shaw handed him a drink. "You've got skill. Calm under fire. You don't rattle. I need that in my crew."
Jeff met his gaze, steady. "And what do I get?"
Shaw smirked. "Money. Power. The chance to rewrite the rules of the game. Stick with me, and you'll never have regrets."
Jeff thought back to his old life stress, regrets, wasted years. He clenched the glass in his hand.
"Alright. I'm in."
[System Update]New Alignment Path Detected: Shaw's Crew Reputation: Rising Star Special Task: Support Owen Shaw's international operations. Rewards vary based on performance.
Jeff smiled. His second life had just gotten a hell of a lot faster.