*3rd POV*

Back at the FBI headquarters, Brian stepped out of the elevator holding David in handcuffs. "O'Conner!" Stasiak said as he stormed over. Brian looked at him, then looked away not wanting to hear it.

"O'Conner! If you ever release a witness of mine again...." Stasiak said as he pushed Brian into a wall, only for Brian to grab his head and slam it into the wall then kick his stomach causing him to fall to the ground.

"That's enough!" Their boss said as he walked over to the situation. "Don't touch me. I'm fine!" Stasiak said as he got up on his own, even while bleeding. "That's enough." The boss said more quietly.

"You're through, O'Conner!" Stasiak said pointing at Brian. "I said that's enough! Stasiak, go get yourself cleaned up." The boss said. "What? He hit me first! You..." Stasiak said pointing at Brian but was cut off.

"This isn't the Cub Scouts! Now, go on! You're bleeding on my floor." The boss said before Stasiak began walking away to go clean himself up. The boss looked at Brian before walking to him as David watched.

"O'Conner, do you know the difference between a cop and a criminal?" The boss asked. "What?" Brian asked confused. "One bad judgment call. Keep your shit in line, son." The boss said before facing David. "Have a good time." He told him patting him on the shoulder as he was led into a room. "Take a seat." Brain said as he closed the door behind them.

| Later |

"Good news. We have intel that Braga's number two, Romon Campos will hold a street race in Koreatown tomorrow night to fill a slot on his team, well, more like a few. They've already chosen three drivers from previous races. Our newest informant, Mr. David Park has been kind enough to get us into the race. O'Conner, you're up." The boss said. "Let me guess, winner gets the slot." Trinh said.

Now, Brian was looking through a lot of cars. "All right, so these are all the imports the city has in impound." Trinh told Brian. "Okay, nice." Brian said as he looked through them. "You pick your poison." Trinh said.

"All right, 2206. I crashed one of those. 3418 and 2765." Brian said smiling. "Okay. So which one do you want?" Trinh asked looking at him. "I want them all." Brian said as he knew what he was doing. Soon enough, he was combining all three of the cars. And Dom and Izzy were doing the same, preparing their cars for this race, ready to find out who killed Letty.

Brian was handed a small envelope, and he opened it and caught something in his hand. "Standard issue tracking device. Boss wants to know where you are at all times." The man said and Brain looked a little annoyed honestly. Soon the three racers closed their hoods, ready for this.

| Time skip |

A woman pulled up and turned her car off. She got out and looked around. She began walking with two men following her. Brian pulled into the race and got out of his car as he heard a man speaking Spanish.

He saw Campos playing golf. He began walking and he looked to see one of the people he had seen got into the race. Dwight. "You wanna play with it?" A woman asked him. "Hey! What're you looking at, nutsack?" Dwight asked Brian.

"I don't know. You tell me." Brian said simply. "Oh, the race wants what Dwight's got. See, but, ladies, Dwight's already on the team. You gotta be fast if you wanna drive for Braga." Dwight said as he sounded drunk.

The same woman from earlier walked over. "Is there a problem here?" She asked. "No." Dwight said looking away. Brian smiled. "You one of Park's guys, blondie?" She asked Brian. "Yeah. Yeah, I am." Brian told her.

"Follow me." She said before walking away as Brian followed with a few other guys. "See you later, punk." Dwight said glaring at them. As the woman led them, two other cars pulled into the race. Brian knows who was in the cars and he looked away as they looked at him.

"Bull's-eye, cono, come on!" Someone said as Brian, and the two other ones were standing there, when the woman from earlier led in Dominic and Isabella Toretto into the meeting room to discuss the race. 

*My POV*

Dom looked at the woman as she walked past but we saw Brian looking at us so we stared back before we looked away. "Oh, we can do this all day." Someone said as we stood next to someone who looked at us.

"You all know why you're here. Good drivers...are a dime a dozen. Man, ever corners got a chingadera tuner racing for pinks." Campos said and that reminded me of Jesse and what he did, and I frowned. Dom wrapped his arm around my shoulders, already knowing what I was thinking.

"It's okay." Dom whispered quietly to me before crossing his arms. "That's not what Braga has got me looking for. Braga wants someone that would sell their Abuelita to be behind the wheel. Someone that drives their 10-second cars not in a straight line, but to push it and make it through places no one else would take it. Real drivers. Entiendes?" He asked before looking at me and Dom.

"So, what are we hauling?" I simply asked with my hands in my pockets. "Oye, for the money Braga's paying, you don't need to know." Campos said to me. "You just said you wanted real drivers. Me and my sister know, a real driver knows exactly what's in their car." Dom said and I saw the woman smile slightly.

Campos said something in Spanish and the man next to me stood up. "Mira, real driver, nobody's forcing you to race." He said directly to me and Dom put his arm in front of me. "You the boss? Or am I talking to the boss?" Dom asked calmly.

"Do I look like a boss?" He asked. "Papi, my job is to find the best drivers, period. Whoever wins the race gets the info. We cool?" Campos asked as the woman handed us cellphones. Dom and the man kept glaring at each other.

"Are we cool?" Campos asked again. "Yeah, we're cool." Dom said with his arms still crossed. "No, we ain't cool, man. Who's closing these streets?" One of the racers asked. Campos chuckled. "No one. That's the point." Campos said and I immediately knew what I was doing.

We were sitting in our cars now and revving our engines. We were ready for this as our cars sat in a line. "Please wait while directions are downloaded." A female robotic voice said as we were revving. 

On my screen I could see my car labeled as 5 as I was on the end. "Proceed to the highlighted route. Ten, nine, eight." The robotic voice said as Dom, Brian and I looked at each other. "You sure you want to do this?" Dom asked Brian calmly. 

"A lot has changed." Brian said to him. "Five." The robotic voice said. "You're right." I said as we looked forward. "Four, three, two, one. Go!" The voice said and we immediately took off, Dom and I in the lead as we all drove out onto the street racing.

| Time skip |

I beat Dom over the finish line first and pulled into a drift and stopped as Campos and the others were here. Dom crossed over seconded, leaving Brian for last. We got out of our cars and Brian came towards us. 

"At least we know you can't beat me straight up." Brain said angrily as he was pissed Dom bumped his car after he almost passed him. "I didn't know there were any rules." Dom said calmly.

"You know you only did it for your sister to win!" Brian screamed and I rolled my eyes. Fenix came over speaking Spanish. "Now, that's what I call real driving." Fenix said as he looked at me and Dom.

"No, that's bullshit, man!" Brian said before he was shoved away. "Go cry to your mama, eh?" Fenix said moving aside for Campos to come over to us who shook our hands. "You work for Braga now. When the GPS calls, you follow." Campos said before walking away. 

"Driver's license." The woman said looking at both of us. "What driver's license?" I asked playfully as we looked at her. "Thumb." She said as she held something up and she got our thumb prints.

Brian drove off pissed, and I felt happy about that. "Cell phone numbers." She said and we looked at her confused before she looked up at us as we gave them to her. "The print is for Campos. The numbers are for me." She said and we smirked slightly.