A/N: It'll seem confusing at first, but everything will fall into place later...
Disclaimer: I do not own the Fast and the Furious series or any of the characters in it. I also do not own any of the car companies mentioned in this story
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*Interview Room, Los Angeles, California*
Two men were in the room, one standing and one sitting. The one standing was Agent Stasiak of the FBI. The guy sitting had a long brown hair that curled up just after his ears. He looked fairly young, maybe twenty-five at the most. He was picked up because of his connections in the Los Angeles racing scene. Less than two days ago, Dominic Toretto was broken out of a prison transport on its way to Lompac corrections facility. Reportedly, the job looked professional and if you wanted the equipment and people for the job. This was who you went to.
Tension filled the room as the two just stared at each other, but tension wasn't the only thing filling the room. Both of these men had larger than life egos, which meant that neither would back down with out taking a piece with him. Stasiak paced the room and then began speaking, "You know Adam, with what we have on you, it'll be along stay in county. Now if you help us county doesn't even have to be an option."
Adam thought about what Stasiak had said and then he decided to reply, "Ok, I got it."
Although Stasiak was barely smiling on the outside, he was yelling with joy on the inside.
"Go to Hell."
Agent Stasiak was facing the mirror when Adam replied. He spun around at his answer, "What?"
"You heard what I said, Go to hell," Adam remained seated as Stasiak began fuming, "You're a lot stupider than you look, I mean county. Please. This is my first offense and even with you somehow getting this in front of a judge, they'd tell you the same thing I did. So are we done? "
"For now," Stasiak stood there staring at the guy in the chair. He knew that Adam was right and ticketing him would be useless. There was one more option, he would follow him, track his car he would lead them to Torreto whether he wanted to or not, "Alright Adam, you're free to go."
"Thank you," Adam stood up and turned to leave.
"Crashe, don't leave town, we're not done here," Stasiak warned the racer.
"Whatever," Adam left the interrogation room and followed the hallway to the lobby. From there he exited the building to see his black 350z parked right in front of him. As he walked by the car he wiped his hand over the hood while getting in. Adam slid the racing harness over himself and started the car. Revving the engine once he spoke to his car, "We're gonna go for one last trip together. I'm sorry about this, but only an idiot would believe there wasn't a GPS wired into you now." Smoke appeared at the rear of the 350z as the tires spun. Letting off the brake the car sped forward and Adam was speeding into a new life
*Jay's Car Place, Houston Texas*
The 350z made a hard turn off the street in to the first car lot he saw with potential. Adam parked the car in front of the little office and turned off the car. Exiting out of his 350z, he knocked on the door and young guy about the same age as him walked out. "What can I do for you," the young guy asked.
"I want to sell my car," Adam told the guy. He wanted to keep the conversation and time he spent here short. The feds would probably find the car here and ask this guy a load of questions.
"Cool, I'm Jay I own the place, where's your car?" Jay extended his hand to Adam, which he shook.
Adam pointed to his 350z, "There."
"You want to sell that! It's brand new, has custom candy black paint and sweet ass Enkei rims and with what you've done to the outside, I'm guessing 300hp." The young man was freaking out at why anyone would want to sell that amazing of a car.
"400hp actually, I'm looking for something different and from the street your lot has some nice choices." Adam had scanned the lot from the road. It had Hondas, Nissans, and Mazdas and a variety of other cars. Adam threw out a suggestion to the guy, "How about 20,000 for the 350z."
"Absolutely, I'll bring out the papers and the cash." The guy knew this was a steal and so did Adam. A wired car was worthless to Adam. Even though the 350z was worth at least double that if not triple! He scanned the lot again looking for specifics. The young man brought out the papers and the money five minutes later. Adam signed the papers and handed over the keys. "What kind of car are you looking for?"
"Something with potential, most likely Japanese," Adam explained.
"Sure," the guy replied, "We have a lot of choices. We have some civics and some 240sx's. Oh we just got this in." The guy walked over to a red R33 skyline, "This is probably the best car we have right now." Adam wasn't interested in the car. He never really liked Skylines especially R33's. He looked over the lot and found it. Adam jogged over to it dodging the rest of the cars,
"This is what I want," Adam had his mind made up.
Jay caught up with Adam and stared at the vehicle he chose, "Why would you want this? It's disgusting compared to the '95 model over there."
."I want this RX-7, not the '95" Adam opened up the passenger side door. Sweet, Adam thought to himself. It was a right hand drive. He shut the door and popped open the hood. "That's a 13B-REW if I'm not mistaken," taking in the sight he continued, "Ah, the rotary engine, beautiful isn't it?"
"I guess so," he replied. Jay still remained in shock over Adam's choice.
"How much is it," Adam asked while he was checking the rest of the car out. White paint job with a few scratches, stock rims, torn seats, the left rear quarter panel was a wonderful shade of red, and not to mention a rather large dent on the left side door.. This stuff could be fixed way easy.
The guy was in shock at how someone would turn down an R33 Skyline and a '95 RX-7 that was extremely well taken care of for a beat up '02 RX-7. "Five grand," he answered.
"Done," Adam signed the papers and gave the guy the five grand. Adam silently laughed to himself. The car he just bought was worth more, even in its current state, than his old 350z. This RX-7 was special in many ways. First off, it was an '02 model that was only offered in Japan. Above that it was the ever rare Spirit R, and a Type A at that. Only 1,500 were made and it was amazing that one made it to the states. Adam grabbed the bag that had the rest of the money in it and got in his new car. He put the keys in the ignition and the rotary engine of the FD roared to life. Adam peeled off the lot in a new car and a new life.
*Jansyn's Garage and Cosmetic Shop, Baton Rouge, Louisiana*
Adam pulled up to an intersection next to a convertible Corvette C6 ZR1 with a guy and two girls. The guy in the Corvette revved the engine, "Hey dude how are you supposed to get any ass in that thing," the girls in the back of his car giggled.
"I may not be able to get any ass in this car but I can still whoop your ass in it," Adam replied with a smile. Even though he flashed a smile this would be a nice little test. If the Corvette was really a ZR1 than it would probably smoke the Spirit R according to most people. The ZR1 possessed a supercharged 638 horsepower engine.
"Oh yeah! On green I'm gonna leave your ass in my dust," and with that the guy revved his engine even higher. The stoplight turned green and they were off. Surprisingly, they were neck and neck and the Corvette was getting pissed at how a piece of crap car could stand up to him. That's what happens when you try and make your car into something its not. The Corvette went wide and then tried to slam into the Spirit R. Adam saw this coming a mile a way. He slammed on the brakes and watched as the Corvette went straight into a fire hydrant. Adam laughed and revved his engine than was gone before they could even blink.
Adam still couldn't help but think that guy was right. His RX-7 looked like hell and he had to fix that. He pulled into a garage and switched of the engine. He got out and walked to the door. He opened the door and rang the bell on the desk. A young girl, maybe 24, in coveralls appeared in front of him, "What can I do for you?"
"I need you to fix that," pointing to his FD sitting in the driveway, "This thing needs a complete overhaul: new paint, rims, interior, gauges, nitrous and turbo. Oh, and I need to have this done ASAP."
The girl stared at him, "Ok, this is gonna cost a pretty penny though, roughly twelve thousand.
Adam reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a stack of bills, "Here's thirteen. Is that good?"
Her eyes widened, "Hell yeah that's good. I'm Jansyn by the way come back in a week and I'll have this done."
"Good," Adam turned and walked out. He would need to get a hotel luckily there was a Motel 6 next door.
*Jansyn's Garage and Cosmetic Shop, Baton Rouge, Louisiana *
*A Week Later*
The whole week had been a waiting game for Adam. He went to the garage daily and got the same answer from Jansyn everyday, "It's not done yet come back later."
Today was the day though, it had been one week. Adam checked out of his hotel room and walked over to the garage. He walked into the office and saw Jansyn talking on the phone. When Adam came near she hung up the phone. Adam gave a winning smile, "It's been a week baby, tell me my cars ready."
Jansyn was a little shock at Adam's flirty side. When he came in the first time he was rough and in a way shy. This was new but hey he was cute. It must be that boys and their cars thing. "Right this way baby," Jansyn said and she turned and went to the back behind the garage, "Here it is."
Adam stared at the car that was in front of him. There was no way it was his. The dents and scratches were gone along with that ugly ass faded white paint. Instead the new paint was candy black like his old 350z, but it had simple two tone vinyls that started white and changed to blue. Those stock rims had been replaced with some Momo rims which Adam had never seen before. He could only speak in single syllable words, "Oh my God!"
Jansyn looked proudly at her creation, "I know huh. You haven't even seen the engine yet." Adam was still in complete shock. Jansyn went over and popped the hood. "It was the first time I ever saw a 13B-REW, but I played with it anyway. I added a NOS nitrous system and a HKS turbo system as well. This baby's probably pushing 495hp at least with everything I've done to her."
Adam turned and stared at Jansyn, "I think I love you," and with that Adam walked over and wrapped his arms around Jansyn.
*Jansyn's Garage and Cosmetic Shop, Baton Rouge, Louisiana *
*Ten Minutes Later*
Jansyn finally got enough air to speak, "Ok, you can let go now."
Adam let Jansyn down, "Oh sorry, my bad. I just can't believe what you've done to the car and to think I only got this car less than three weeks ago. Thank you."
"You're very welcome," Jansyn stared at Adam for a second then asked him a question, "It's kind of obvious what you're gonna do with the car but I wanted to ask where are you gonna go?"
Adam calmed down a little bit and pondered the question, "I guess I don't know. Maybe I'll keep heading east. I hear New York has a pretty fly racing scene." Unbelievable, he didn't even know where he was gonna go. He knew he was running low on cash and he needed to race soon.
Jansyn decided to help Adam out a little bit, "I here Miami has a sweet scene to, plus there's plenty of girlies you can chase after. My cousin races down there. He keeps on asking me to come down."
Adam considered his options, "Alright we're going to Miami."
Jansyn was shocked beyond anything that had happened so far, "What do you mean we're going to Miami?"
Adam smiled, "I mean you and I are going to Miami. So get packed we're leaving today."
"How can you ask me to go to Miami with you. One, we're not even dating. Two, I barely know you. Three, I have a job." Jansyn put her hand on her hip when she was done as if a final statement she wasn't going.
Adam walked over and stood in front of her, "Alright, I'll tell you why you're coming with me. One, you've been working on my car for a week, that means we've basically had sex already. Two, it's a long drive to Miami and I need so,e company. Three, you own the place. You can take time off whenever."
Jansyn stared at Adam and surprisingly admitted defeat, "What the hell let's go."
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