A/N – Alrighty, so here it is. I have fics that are knocking down the doors of my brain to be posted. Not only am I posting this fic tonight, I'm posting a fic that is part three to the Anything for Me storyline as soon as I edit it.
Firstly, about this fic. This story is Anything for Me in a parallel universe. It's going to be the same outline and characters but different. This will not be the Dotty love fest I wrote in Anything. So be prepared. This chapter will sound almost identical to the first chapter of Anything. There are crucial changes that are going to steer this story down a different path.
I highly recommend you read or reread some of the flashbacks in Anything to get some of the background information for these characters. Particularly, the ones in chapters 2, 5, and 13.
Chapter 1 – Ready to Run
Nola McKnight walks down the hall and meets up with Agent Jamie Coleson. They are in a private wing of a hospital in Los Angeles, CA.
"Jay, this better fucking be worth it. I cannot be off his radar for too long. If I get caught slipping up I'm dead."
"Nola, you don't have to tell me anything. I would never risk your cover if it weren't absolutely necessary. But she's the one."
Coleson hands McKnight a file. She opens it to find a picture of Leticia 'Letty' Ortiz inside. She reads over her known and suspected criminal history. Along with the exploits of some of her known associates. She looks at Jamie.
"How the hell did you find her?" She asks him, handing back the file, holding her hand longer than absolutely necessary.
"FBI had her." He says letting go of her hand.
"I need to talk to her."
He opens the door of a hospital room for her and she walks into Letty's room. She's lying in bed banged up and bruised from her crash.
"Hi Leticia, my name is Nola McKnight. Well Nola Faerber, but that's a long story. I need you to come work for the CIA. In exchange, I can get you everything you want and more. But you'll just have to give your life to me for awhile."
"Sounds intriguing. Not interested."
"Leticia, I don't think the bullet wound in your chest would agree with you walking away from this. My boss is looking to either give you back over to those idiots at the FBI that don't know that the man they are hunting is right in their own backyard. Campos is Braga, case solved. Meaning they have no chance of keeping you alive. Or he'll get you what you want. This is the best deal anyone is ever going to offer you."
Letty thinks about Nola's words.
"Call me Letty. What would I have to do for you?"
Nola and Jamie look at each other and smile.
"For starters, we kill you."
Three Years Later. Berlin, Germany.
Letty and Nola and their crew are looking at the sketches outlining the formations of the convoy they are about to overtake. This grab and go has been planned down the millisecond. However, they still wanted to go over it one last time.
"Everyone knows where their positions are." Letty barks. "Nola is going to be on the second truck. If everyone does their job, she'll make it off alive. If she doesn't, you might as well eat your gun because you're next if we go home without her."
Nola laughs.
"I want those two trucks blown within seconds of them being aware of our presence. Nola, is there any way I can hope for flesh wounds from you"
"Nope. I don't do stun."
Letty chuckles knowing what her answer was going to be and not really caring either way.
The team gathers their belongings and gets into their respective cars.
Christoff comes to the window of Letty's car. "Consider wearing your vests. It would make your husband very happy."
"Absolutely not," Letty says. "It's your job to keep us alive not ours."
Letty pulls off kicking up dirt and gravel onto Christoff.
When the team catches up to the convoy everyone works efficiently and the two trucks are blown up.
"Nice."
Letty pulls in front the truck and keeps steady with it as it dodges the remains of the blown escort truck. Letty puts the convertible top down and Nola climbs to the front to the truck. She shoots the passenger before he gets his gun aimed. She shoots the driver in the shoulder and climbs in the side window as he tries to hold his wound.
When Nola pushes him out of the truck, Letty pulls alongside her.
"Flesh wound!" Letty yells to her.
Once the other vehicles are disabled they drive off into the night with the truck full of stolen Japanese prototype weapons.
At the rally point Nola hops out of the truck and hands the keys off. She and Letty walk over to the orange and black sports car that's waiting for them.
"Are you sure you ladies don't want me to accompany you?" Christoff says in his thick German accent. Christoff is Dierk Faerber's confidant and right hand man.
"Nien." (No) Nola replies. "We'll see you at the airstrip in the morning. Make sure us getting the other merchandise to the plane is not a problem."
The two women climb into the car and drive away.
"So tell me again why we're not taking all the weapons, drugs and money and disappearing," Nola says to Letty.
"Because your ass pulled me into this shit and after three years I want everything I started this for."
"I've been here nine years and all I want is the weapons, drugs, and money."
"So all that sex you've been having with Jamie at our meetings?"
"Just sex. He's getting married soon to an agent named Kiyomi. My husband is like 60 Letty, I have needs. It's sort of like you getting the target off your family's back and walking away without ever telling them you're alive. I care, but not that much."
Letty grimaces and looks out the window.
"They're good without me and I'm feeling much the same. I didn't realize that I needed an out, not an in. But now that I have one, I'm not wasting it and getting sucked back into Dom's orbit."
Letty and Nola go to a rendezvous and pay a hefty 23 million USD for a large shipment of drugs to be delivered to the airstrip in the morning.
"Nice doing business with you ladies."
The dealer eyes Letty's body appreciatively. She ignores him completely and climbs back into the driver's seat.
They head back to their hotel and change. Letty into jeans, knee high heel black boots and a leather jacket. Nola into a casual black dress and stilettos. They leave for another meeting a restaurant. The second they walk in are greeted by the owner who falls over himself to please them.
Letty hands him a large amount of cash. "We're paying you a lot of money. No video within an hour before our arrival or after we leave."
"Of course, Miss Ortiz. Of course."
Nola chuckles at the fear in his eyes. She's going to miss the power her name invokes. But she'll trade power for freedom in a heartbeat.
They are escorted to the private room where Jamie Coleson awaits them.
"Nola, Letty. You're late."
"It takes time to rob the military of weapons and buy a shitload of drugs," Letty says to him.
"Plus, the dealer had a crush on Letty."
"Don't start that shit."
They have food already waiting for them. Letty grabs a beer ignoring the dishes.
"Letty do you have any clue where Faerber is having you all drive the merchandise to in order to make the deal with the Russians?"
"Not yet. I don't think he's going to alert us until the last possible minute. I wouldn't risk something going wrong with a $4 billion deal would you?"
"Nola, the money?" Jamie asks turning to Nola.
"It'll be taken care of. The second the money is put into his account it'll be routed to the Agency, along with everything in all his other accounts. Then you guys move in for the weapons and the drugs."
This is Nola's specialty. The heists are fun for her. But her real value lies in her tech skills. No one else has the kind of access she does being his wife.
"And Faerber?"
"Dies," Nola says firmly. "I won't compromise on that."
"I'll get you the location to get the weapons, she'll get you the money." Letty finishes her beer. "I get my deals and she gets Faerber dead."
"Anders won't care what happens to Faerber."
"Did you get me what I wanted?" Letty asks.
Coleson hands Letty a thick file. She opens it to a picture of Dominic Toretto locked in a kiss with Elena Neves. Letty's jaw clinches back and forth. She flips the pictures of them to one of Mia Toretto on a beach wearing a yellow and white dress. This time her eyes go misty.
"Anyday now." She mutters to herself. "This is my only regret walking away from this."
"You don't have to." Nola comforts. "You could be a part of her life. The baby's life."
"He'll never let me have peace if I go back. I want to do this for them, all of them. But I want a clean break. Or he'll spend the rest of our lives ripping me apart."
They finish their meeting and their dinner and leave the restaurant. Forty-five minutes later so does Coleson.
A/N – So are you interested in reading more? The rough cut is done but it needs some brushing up. Like I said this chapter sounds much the same but moving forward you will see that this tale is completely different.