NFS Most Wanted : Rogue of Rockport

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In the shadows of Rockport’s underground, there was always more than the Blacklist 15. Long before the main hero arrived, Rog had already carved out his place as the quiet architect of the streets. Though officially listed as #16, Rog wasn’t some forgotten racer — he was the one who created the Blacklist itself, a system designed to track every driver, their strengths, and their flaws. While others chased fame, Rog stayed low-profile, playing the role of an “insider,” the one everyone underestimated.

But Rog’s real purpose wasn’t glory. He watched, studied, and judged who kept the scene alive and who poisoned it with arrogance and chaos. Razor was the latter — reckless, cocky, and dirty. Razor didn’t just race, he stirred up chaos, pulled stunts that brought heat down on everyone, and disrupted the balance Rog had built. That’s why Rog quietly began setting the stage for Razor’s downfall.

Working in secret, Rog struck a deal with Mia, the undercover cop already moving through Rockport’s streets. Mia needed credibility for her cover, and Rog could feed her the “insider rumors” to make her story believable. In return, Mia would help Rog engineer a setup that would expose Razor.

The infamous E3 drag race wasn’t just another showdown — it was a trap. Rog made sure the cops knew where to be, and Mia helped time the bust. The chaos that followed wasn’t an accident; it was a carefully laid plan to corner Razor. But fate twisted. Razor slipped the net, the race spiraled, and the prized BMW M3 GTR — a machine with history of its own — changed hands. Rog, always two steps ahead, rebuilt the car in secret, reshaping it into the legend the world would remember. That car wasn’t just a prize; it was bait, a symbol, and eventually, the tool that would define the rise of the new challenger.

When the hero finally arrived in Rockport, Rog wasn’t just some helpful voice leaving tips. He was the hidden hand, guiding every move, making sure the player rose fast enough to challenge Razor. Every voicemail, every piece of advice, wasn’t casual banter — it was strategy, a push along a path Rog had designed years before. Razor thought he owned the city, but he was dancing in a play Rog had already written.

Because in Rockport, the true boss was never on the streets, never on the billboards, and never in the spotlight. The true boss sat quietly at #16, watching from the shadows, pulling the strings, making sure that when the time came, Razor would fall — and the city would belong to whoever Rog chose to crown.