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- Chapter I -

Flight of the King

The screeching of tires and the swooshing of exhaust fumes were the first sounds that prison transport bus driver Larry heard as he realized that the maniacs swerving around him definitely meant trouble.

"What the hell..." he mumbled as he took a look at the driver in the '69 Charger to his left, a tall and handsome man in his thirties, who winked at him playfully with his icy blue eyes. Then...

CLING!

Larry almost swerved into the Charger in reaction to metal clinking against metal. The Charger pulled away and braked, dissapearing out of sight. Larry took a deep breath, but...

CLING! CLING!

He flinched taking a look to his right, and saw that the Charger had come around to the other side, accompanied by two other cars; an Acura NSX and an older Trans Am. Larry's eyes widened in panic as he realized that all of them were now hooked into the side of the bus thanks to some harpoon-like launchers.

"Oh, shit!" Larry exclaimed as the cars turned out into the desert, hitting top speed.

Brian O'Conner focused on the road ahead as he held up a radio to the side of his face.

"Alright guys, remember; this extra load should help us take this big boy down," he noted, taking a glance at the surplus of weight in car parts and other junk stored in the back.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What do you mean 'should' take it down?" Tego protested as Omar started blabbing on beside him.

"Come on, boys," a female voice intervened, "it's time to put our money where our mouths are."

Brian licked his lip at Mia's remark.

"She's right, okay? Dom needs help, and we're it. So, everyone ready?"

"Ready," Mia replied instantly.

Tego was still arguing with Omar in such a rush that he forgot to turn off the radio.

"Guys! Are you ready?!" Brian demanded.

Tego jumped in his seat before sharing one last nervous look with Omar.

"Ready," he confirmed.

"Alright, then. Don't skimp on the spray!" Brian commanded, shifting gears.

"Go!"

VROOOM!

In a few seconds, all three cars burst forward with newfound speed, the nitrous oxide almost doubling the velocity of what they were driving beforehand.

"Whooo! Yeah!"

The drivers were ecstatic for the few moments before the chain tightened and the cars stopped in their tracks abruptly.

"Ugh! Damn!" Brian grunted as he took a look in his rearview mirror and saw that the bus was now standing on its right two wheels, tilted at the midway point of keeping its balance.

"It didn't work!" Mia exclaimed.

"No! It has to work! Hit the gas! Hit it!" Brian ordered and the cars started roaring as the wheels spun around in place, trying to force the car ahead.

Meanwhile, the prisoners started to panic themselves and tried to make their way to hold onto their seats or claw their way on top of one another. Dominic Toretto felt the prisoner beside him try to tackle him and delivered a swift elbow in his face. With the man dazed for the moment, Dom grabbed him by the collar of his jumpsuit and swung him underneath himself, jumping off into the pile below and toppling many of the convicts. The added weight of the prisoners, along with the cars screeching their way into motion, helped overturn the bus completely. A cloud of dust embroiled the area around it.

"Alright, people. Gear up," Brian nodded to his fellow drivers as they all put on gas masks. Swinging his backpack over his shoulder, Brian reached into it and pulled out some gas grenades - sleeping gas to be more precise. Tossing a few to Mia, Tego, and Omar, he led the team to the wreck and one by one, they all threw them through the window.

"What's going on?" a convict asked, rubbing his forehead in pain. Most of his future cellmates were in a similar state of shock and fatigue. It didn't help when the grenades started raining on them. As soon as the first few went off, Brian and the boys jumped in to get Dom, evading or tackling the few prisoners that actually managed to put up some resistance. One of them, a particularly big one, actually managed to start chocking Omar as Tego started jumping at him from behind.

"You're late," Dom noted with a smirk as Brian handed him a mask to put on which he did immediately.

"Better late than never," Brian retorted casting a look to Omar whose assailant had lost consciousness on top of him. Tego tried to pull him off but the guy weighed about three hundred and fifty pounds at the very least.

"Get him off! Get him off me!" Omar pleaded. Dom and Brian cooly approached him and, along with Tego, started laughing at him.

"Hey, whatchu doin' man? Help me! I can't breathe!" he yelped.

"Then maybe you should save your breath and stop talking so much," Dom noted and the trio laughed again. Omar continued to beg.

"Okay, okay. Mind giving me a hand?" Dom asked Brian who instinctively went to the other side of the man. They pulled him off in a mutual effort, and Omar started gasping for air.

"You okay?" Brian asked, but the real attention was directed to one of the prisoners who miraculously managed to stay awake despite all odds and was trying to climb his way on top of the bus.

POW!

A squirt of blood flew out as a result of a well placed kick to the nose and the man fell back into the crowd below. Mia leaned over to take a peek at her brother.

"That's my girl!" Dom exclaimed as Brian gave him and the boys a boost to rejoin their female companion. Then, he called 911 as the four of them carried on their conversation.

"You look beautiful," Dom noted with a smile, his eyes fixed at Mia's behind the goggles.

"It must be the mask," she joked, sucker punching him in the arm.

"Ow!" Dom protested, giving her a surprised look.

"That's for making me save your skin again," Mia reminded him.

"Hey, someone help me up," Brian said, clipping the radio onto his belt.

"That depends. Are you still a cop?" Dom asked, still smirking.

"I just made my last call for backup. They should be here to pick up any mess we leave behind," Brian noted, holding up his hand. Dom considered it for a moment.

"Maybe we should leave you behind," the bald headed macho said wryly.

"Maybe you should. If you're gonna cheat me out of another hard earned victory, that is," Brian retorted.

"I didn't cheat," Dom rebelled.

"And I'm not asking for handouts, remember?" Brian said, keeping a stance he claimed in a conversation the two had a while back.

"So what's it gonna be?" the ex-cop demanded.

Dom smiled and grabbed his hand.