Prologue
Brian turned away from the rapidly fleeing car; somehow he was unable to watch
Dominic drive away in the Supra. Instead, he turned to face the half dozen police cruisers
that raced down the street with sirens wailing. It felt like, as Dominic left, a bit of Brian
left with him. He stood stock still as five of the cruisers raced past him, the Chief's car
the only one that stopped. Brian leaned casually against the driver's side door and said,
"You won't catch Johnny Tran chief, not with the wheels he's got." "Tran? Torretto's the
one who did the heists." The chief said, a confused expression settling on his face. "No,
Tran pulled the heists. He hired stuntmen to do the precision driving, the jumping into the
trucks, but he drove the lead car. The failed heist this morning failed was because
Tran was desperate, his stuntmen backed out of the deal, and he had to take the members
of his gang with him. He had to make the jump from the car to the truck himself. The
truck driver said he saw a tall male with spiky hair jump to his truck. Torretto and his
crew helped me find the truth, but one of them fell under fire, his name's Jessie. He'll be
at the hospital now; he took six shots from an Ingram fired by Tran. A couple more of his
crew have some nasty wounds, names are Letty and Vince. In return for me giving you
all the dirt on Tran and his operation, all of them are to be granted full protection until
they are released. The records of Dominic Torretto and his crew are to be erased for their
duties to the city. Those are my terms." Brian finished, panting slightly. "The
commissioner won't like it, but ok." The chief said after about five minutes. Brian
handed over a legal-sized envelope, which the chief tore open like a kid opening his
presents on Christmas morning. "One more thing, I'm quitting the force." Brian handed
over his badge and gun, then without another word he walked away, towards a bus stop.
"Don't you walk away from me Spilner!" The chief shouted at Brian's back.
* * *
That night, Dominic pulled up outside the hospital in his RX-7. He parked it as
close to the hospital as he dared. He walked inside, for once in his life he felt at ease with
the universe. "You must be Mr. Torretto." A grandmother-type receptionist at the front
desk said. "Yeah, how'd you know?" Dominic said in mild surprise. "Your sister told us
what you looked like. Your friends are on the third floor, room 309." She said with a
smile. "Thank you." Dominic said, walking over to the elevator. When he entered the
room, he saw a pair of beds separated by a curtain. Vince was in the nearest bed, feigning
sleep. "Oh wake up you big faker." Dominic said with a chuckle. He hit Vince lightly on
his uninjured arm, sitting down next to his bed. "Hey, Dom's here AND free, how much
better can this get?" Vince said in his best imitation of a talk show host. "Brian came
through, our records are clean." Dominic said. For once, Vince couldn't come up with a
clever yet idiotic quip. Mia suddenly appeared, sweeping through the doorway as if
floating on air. "Jessie just came out of surgery. He's sustained some serious injuries, but
he's gonna be ok." She said breathlessly. A cheer went up in the hospital room as
Dominic turned to Letty. "How you holding out?" Dominic said softly. Letty was
surprised, not so much by the question but by the look on his face. No big shit-eating
grin, no devil-may-care smirks, but an expression of genuine concern for her. "I'm great,
the doctor said I can leave tomorrow." She said with a smile as she embraced Dominic
for several seconds. "Hey, how about we go visit Jessie?" Mia suggested. They moved
down the carpeted hallway to Jessie's room at the end of the hall. He was still asleep, the
only other occupants were Brian, sitting at Jessie's side and holding his hand, and a nurse
marking down some information on his chart. Mia silently embraced Brian in a silent hug
as the others crowded around Jessie's bed. "He should be waking up in a few minutes,
you may visit with him for a maximum of ten minutes, but he needs his rest." The nurse
said sternly. They nodded as she left the room, shutting the door behind her as they all
took seats, watching Jessie sleep. After a few minutes, Jessie started to stir from his drug-
induced slumber, smiling weakly at them all. "Hey guys." He said softly. "How do you
feel?" Brian asked, gripping Jessie's hand even harder. "Like the circulation to my hand
is cut off." Jessie said. Brian laughed and released his hand. "Really, how do you feel."
Dominic said. "Like I got blasted by a goddamn Ingram, but otherwise ok." Jessie
responded. "Good. How bad does it hurt?" Mia said. "Kinda numb, whatever they shot
me up with seriously dulled the pain, but pretty soon its gonna hurt like a bitch." Jessie
said. They chuckled lightly as Jessie began to nod off. "We'll see ya' tomorrow buddy."
Dominic said. "After this, I need a vacation." Jessie mumbled before finally falling
asleep. "What do you guys think?" Dominic said. As one they replied, "Vacation."
(To Be Continued)
Brian turned away from the rapidly fleeing car; somehow he was unable to watch
Dominic drive away in the Supra. Instead, he turned to face the half dozen police cruisers
that raced down the street with sirens wailing. It felt like, as Dominic left, a bit of Brian
left with him. He stood stock still as five of the cruisers raced past him, the Chief's car
the only one that stopped. Brian leaned casually against the driver's side door and said,
"You won't catch Johnny Tran chief, not with the wheels he's got." "Tran? Torretto's the
one who did the heists." The chief said, a confused expression settling on his face. "No,
Tran pulled the heists. He hired stuntmen to do the precision driving, the jumping into the
trucks, but he drove the lead car. The failed heist this morning failed was because
Tran was desperate, his stuntmen backed out of the deal, and he had to take the members
of his gang with him. He had to make the jump from the car to the truck himself. The
truck driver said he saw a tall male with spiky hair jump to his truck. Torretto and his
crew helped me find the truth, but one of them fell under fire, his name's Jessie. He'll be
at the hospital now; he took six shots from an Ingram fired by Tran. A couple more of his
crew have some nasty wounds, names are Letty and Vince. In return for me giving you
all the dirt on Tran and his operation, all of them are to be granted full protection until
they are released. The records of Dominic Torretto and his crew are to be erased for their
duties to the city. Those are my terms." Brian finished, panting slightly. "The
commissioner won't like it, but ok." The chief said after about five minutes. Brian
handed over a legal-sized envelope, which the chief tore open like a kid opening his
presents on Christmas morning. "One more thing, I'm quitting the force." Brian handed
over his badge and gun, then without another word he walked away, towards a bus stop.
"Don't you walk away from me Spilner!" The chief shouted at Brian's back.
* * *
That night, Dominic pulled up outside the hospital in his RX-7. He parked it as
close to the hospital as he dared. He walked inside, for once in his life he felt at ease with
the universe. "You must be Mr. Torretto." A grandmother-type receptionist at the front
desk said. "Yeah, how'd you know?" Dominic said in mild surprise. "Your sister told us
what you looked like. Your friends are on the third floor, room 309." She said with a
smile. "Thank you." Dominic said, walking over to the elevator. When he entered the
room, he saw a pair of beds separated by a curtain. Vince was in the nearest bed, feigning
sleep. "Oh wake up you big faker." Dominic said with a chuckle. He hit Vince lightly on
his uninjured arm, sitting down next to his bed. "Hey, Dom's here AND free, how much
better can this get?" Vince said in his best imitation of a talk show host. "Brian came
through, our records are clean." Dominic said. For once, Vince couldn't come up with a
clever yet idiotic quip. Mia suddenly appeared, sweeping through the doorway as if
floating on air. "Jessie just came out of surgery. He's sustained some serious injuries, but
he's gonna be ok." She said breathlessly. A cheer went up in the hospital room as
Dominic turned to Letty. "How you holding out?" Dominic said softly. Letty was
surprised, not so much by the question but by the look on his face. No big shit-eating
grin, no devil-may-care smirks, but an expression of genuine concern for her. "I'm great,
the doctor said I can leave tomorrow." She said with a smile as she embraced Dominic
for several seconds. "Hey, how about we go visit Jessie?" Mia suggested. They moved
down the carpeted hallway to Jessie's room at the end of the hall. He was still asleep, the
only other occupants were Brian, sitting at Jessie's side and holding his hand, and a nurse
marking down some information on his chart. Mia silently embraced Brian in a silent hug
as the others crowded around Jessie's bed. "He should be waking up in a few minutes,
you may visit with him for a maximum of ten minutes, but he needs his rest." The nurse
said sternly. They nodded as she left the room, shutting the door behind her as they all
took seats, watching Jessie sleep. After a few minutes, Jessie started to stir from his drug-
induced slumber, smiling weakly at them all. "Hey guys." He said softly. "How do you
feel?" Brian asked, gripping Jessie's hand even harder. "Like the circulation to my hand
is cut off." Jessie said. Brian laughed and released his hand. "Really, how do you feel."
Dominic said. "Like I got blasted by a goddamn Ingram, but otherwise ok." Jessie
responded. "Good. How bad does it hurt?" Mia said. "Kinda numb, whatever they shot
me up with seriously dulled the pain, but pretty soon its gonna hurt like a bitch." Jessie
said. They chuckled lightly as Jessie began to nod off. "We'll see ya' tomorrow buddy."
Dominic said. "After this, I need a vacation." Jessie mumbled before finally falling
asleep. "What do you guys think?" Dominic said. As one they replied, "Vacation."
(To Be Continued)