Fast and Furious 8: The Past Comes Back

A/N: Even though in my native Poland, FF7 wouldn't be released before Friday (April 10), I still got this idea before I had really seen the movie. While I think that it would be about time to send Brian off to retirement, after Paul's death, my muses still wanted to tie up some loose ends, mainly from 2 Fast 2 Furious.

But while I haven't seen it yet, still I can do the prologue for the story. For next chapters, you're going to have to wait, though.

Warning: The Prologue contains character death. Don't like, just skip it.

Prologue

U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement Headquarters, Washington, D.C.
10.30 PM

Her working day over, Agent Monica Fuentes left the main office of ICE and walked into the car park, over to her car. It was just as boring as it could be - standard rims and seats, dark beige color. But then again, she didn't care. It had been quite some time since she had been undercover in Verone's operation, and after that, she had not dealt with any turbo-charged steet thugs. In fact, a couple of years after the Verone case, she had recieved promotions and eventually, a transfer to the Capital.

Monica started up her car and pulled to the street. She had driven for about 5 minutes, when she saw a patrol car pull up behind her with the emergency lights on, signaling her to pull over and stop. Monica sighed, as she pulled to the side of the road. She didn't think there was a problem. But still, better see what they wanted, the sooner she can get going. Oh, how wrong she was.

The patrol car stopped and two officers exited the car, walking over to her as she got out of the car.

"Evening, officers. Is there a problem?"

"Um.. your taillight is broken."

"But I don't remember that it was in the morning. That's when I last checked the whole car."

"Well, it is now." One of the officers suddenly pulled out a nightstick and smashed the taillight.

"What is this?" Monica asked, as she tried to reach for her HSI-issue sidearm, the SIG-Sauer P229R. However, just then, she felt a gun pressed to her forehead.

"Get your hands away from the gun." The man with rifle pulled out her gun from the holster, unloading it. ".40 S&W, huh? Well, doesn't matter now. Okay, into the car you go, now. Nuh-uh, to the passenger seat."

Monica got into the passenger seat of her car, as the man pointed at her with the Five-Seven pistol. Then he got behind the wheel and they drove off, while the man kept his gun pointed at her.

Some time later, they pulled into a junkyard, where a Mercedes was waiting. Just then, two men exited the car and walked over to Monica's car, opening the passenger door. Monica found herself staring into the barrel of a SCAR-L CQC assault rifle, as the man holding the rifle ordered her to get out of the car. Then she was led to the Mercedes and put in the rear seat, whilst the guy kept his rifle pointed at her.

After Monica's car had been crushed into a cube, the other guy walked to the Mercedes and started it up, and they drove off.

Some time later, they pulled to the Baltimore airport and drove on the runway. Eventually, they stopped next to a Bombardier Global 8000 business jet, and boarded the plane.

"Sit down." The goon ordered Monica, pointing to a seat, as he and the goons also sat down for takeoff.

In about 2 minutes, the plane took off. Once they were at a higher altitude, Monica was very shocked at whom she saw coming in from the private lounge.

"Hello, Monica." Carter Verone said with a smirk on his face.

"C-Carter? You're supposed to be in jail!"

"Oh, honey, not anymore. I paid off a couple of prisoners to instigate a riot, and nobody saw me slip into the back of a truck. When the riot was quelled, I was already hiding out in Orlando. After pulling some bank jobs, I made enough to start my life all over again. Now I have a large mercenary army, this jet, and oh boy, I'm gonna be rich."

"You're a madman, Carter."

"So I've been told, yes. Well, as you arrested me and confiscated all my laundered money, I want justice. I'm gonna steal a couple of billions for compensation, and then get out of the country. As for you, though, things are really gonna heat up, right now,"

"Heat up?" Monica gasped. "Carter, I'm a federal agent, there will be people looking, you'll never get away with it!"

"Oh yeah? I already took care of all this. You know I'm from Argentina, right? Well, before I moved to Miami, the military junta had already made a coup d'etat. And they had a way how to get rid of their political enemies, which you're about to witness, and experience." Carter burst out laughing.

About 15 minutes later, as they were flying over the Atlantic Ocean at high altitude, Verone snapped his fingers. Just then, two of his goon-boys came over, carrying a cinderblock and a long piece of string.

"Wha-what are you doing, Carter?" Monica asked.

"Oh, that's very simple. You know, in Argentina 40 years ago, they pulled the death flights? Vuelos de la muerte. Anyway, the victims were dragged aboard the planes, and then they had cinderblocks tied to their feet and pushed into the ocean. That's much better that shooting. No witnesses, no mess. Only divers can find you now, but I think that sharks will beat them to it." Verone laughed evilly. "Okay, Roberto, Enrique, let's do it."

"Get up." Enrique ordered Monica. When she resisted, he pointed a SCAR-L at her. As she still disobeyed, he just yanked her up from the seat. They moved over to the door, and there, Enrique held Monica steady as Roberto tied the cinderblock to her feet."

"Carter, you son of a bitch, you're gonna pay for this!" Monica shouted.

"Of course, mind me to tip the waitress." Carter laughed evilly. "Okay, Enrique, Roberto, make it happen."

Roberto now opened the plane door, and Enrique pushed Monica put of the plane door.

"Arrivederci, Monica, say hello to the sharkeys for me, as they bite you." Verone mocked as she was pushed out of the plane, falling rapidly to the ocean 50,000 feet below. Then Enrique closed the door.

Verone now turned to the pilot. "Okay, now that we took care of the "unfinished business", let's get to our intended destination."

The plane turned around and was now flying back towards the mainland USA.

"One taken care of, two more to go." Verone smiled as he sat down and relaxed.

A/N: So, that's the prologue. I'm not going to start the story itself before I have seen the 7th movie, which hopefully will happen on Friday.

From history: The death flights were actually pulled off by Argentinian military junta in the 70s after the coup d'etat, with the enemies being drugged, dragged onto planes and then pushed to the ocean, as part of the "forced disappearance". Yes, it's horrible, but I just thought that since Verone is from Argentina, he might want to use some of their methods.

Now as for Monica's death, I must say I don't really like her. While I loved Eva Mendes in several other movies such as Training Day, Ghost Rider and The Other Guys, I think that Monica Fuentes on 2 Fast 2 Furious was not one of her better roles. I just didn't like how Monica was all over Brian, since 1) Brian might not have gotten over Mia so quickly and 2) Monica was already busy undercover in Carter's operation, she and Brian would not have had time to establish something. Plus, the chemistry between Paul and Eva seemed very non-existent to me. Sorry, but that's what you get.