Chapter 1
Brian: I owe you a 10 second car.
Dom: Do you know what you are doing?
Dom got into the Supra and drove off. Brian stood there and thought about how he was going to explain this to Sgt. Tanner. His job was riding on this case and he didn't know how he was going to explain this. As the police cars and fire trucks began to show up, Brian started to realize that this wasn't the life that he wanted to live. He liked the life that he had discovered in the last few weeks. As Sgt. Tanner came up and confronted Brian about what happened, he was still in a daze and couldn't figure out what to say.
Sgt. Tanner: Brian.....Brian....where the hell are you man????
Brian: Screw this!
Sgt. Tanner: What???....nevermind, whatever. What the HELL happened here? It looks like you were having to much fun on the job.
Brian: I was working. Dom and I were taking care of a little business.
Sgt. Tanner: Business......BUSINESS!!!! You call jumping a car over the front of a semi business? Were you driving THAT car as he points to the mangaled mess of a car. Or was Dom driving that and then took off in your car? You know Brian you really could lose your job over this shit. Is he really worth it?
Brian: You know Sgt. I have done all I can to try to get you guys what information you need and all you can do is criticize me for things that have gone wrong. So maybe I'm not cut out to be a detective. I don't even know if I want to be a cop anymore. In fact, you know what? Fuck you. I don't need this job. Here's your badge. (As he hands Tanner his badge)
Sgt. Tanner: Now Brian, think about what you are doing here. You are giving up a prominet career to run around in souped up cars and risk your life shooting nos, wondering if it will be the last time. You are gonna end up just like Dom, nitrous oxide in your blood and a gas tank for a brain.
Brian: ( As he starts to walk away he turns around one last time) If you're ever in the neighborhood Tanner give me a call. We could go have a beer or two.
Sgt. Tanner: Dammit Brian! You already had the job with the FBI. We just didn't want to tell you because we thought that you would slack off. BRIAN GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE! DON'T MAKE ME LOOK LIKE AN ASS. Awww fuck it's no use. He won't come back now.
As Brian walked off he could faintly hear Tanner yelling at him to come back. What he was thinking about now was how he was gonna find the gang, and how he was going to make up to Mia. That fact that he had lied to her the whole time about being a cop was something she might not forgive him for. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Dom was back on his side. The next dilemma was how he was going to go looking for the gang. It was going to be an awful, long, damn walk.
Brian: I owe you a 10 second car.
Dom: Do you know what you are doing?
Dom got into the Supra and drove off. Brian stood there and thought about how he was going to explain this to Sgt. Tanner. His job was riding on this case and he didn't know how he was going to explain this. As the police cars and fire trucks began to show up, Brian started to realize that this wasn't the life that he wanted to live. He liked the life that he had discovered in the last few weeks. As Sgt. Tanner came up and confronted Brian about what happened, he was still in a daze and couldn't figure out what to say.
Sgt. Tanner: Brian.....Brian....where the hell are you man????
Brian: Screw this!
Sgt. Tanner: What???....nevermind, whatever. What the HELL happened here? It looks like you were having to much fun on the job.
Brian: I was working. Dom and I were taking care of a little business.
Sgt. Tanner: Business......BUSINESS!!!! You call jumping a car over the front of a semi business? Were you driving THAT car as he points to the mangaled mess of a car. Or was Dom driving that and then took off in your car? You know Brian you really could lose your job over this shit. Is he really worth it?
Brian: You know Sgt. I have done all I can to try to get you guys what information you need and all you can do is criticize me for things that have gone wrong. So maybe I'm not cut out to be a detective. I don't even know if I want to be a cop anymore. In fact, you know what? Fuck you. I don't need this job. Here's your badge. (As he hands Tanner his badge)
Sgt. Tanner: Now Brian, think about what you are doing here. You are giving up a prominet career to run around in souped up cars and risk your life shooting nos, wondering if it will be the last time. You are gonna end up just like Dom, nitrous oxide in your blood and a gas tank for a brain.
Brian: ( As he starts to walk away he turns around one last time) If you're ever in the neighborhood Tanner give me a call. We could go have a beer or two.
Sgt. Tanner: Dammit Brian! You already had the job with the FBI. We just didn't want to tell you because we thought that you would slack off. BRIAN GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE! DON'T MAKE ME LOOK LIKE AN ASS. Awww fuck it's no use. He won't come back now.
As Brian walked off he could faintly hear Tanner yelling at him to come back. What he was thinking about now was how he was gonna find the gang, and how he was going to make up to Mia. That fact that he had lied to her the whole time about being a cop was something she might not forgive him for. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Dom was back on his side. The next dilemma was how he was going to go looking for the gang. It was going to be an awful, long, damn walk.