A.N. This is so annoying. I saw the movie Friday night, and I remember how it starts and how it ends; but I can't exactly remember what happened between the start and the end. I know there was a tank, and cars, and anyways, please bare with me. I'm sorry if it's not exactly like how the movie went. I apologize.
10/22/2012 9:00 PM
"Letty...Roman...we need to move!" Dom yells to Roman and I. Roman and I follow Dom to the staircase that leads down to the lobby of the building we're in. Once in the lobby, we make our way outside and climb into the three BMW's. I start the car, put on my seatbelt, throw the car into drive, and start driving in the direction that Brian, Owen, and his crew were driving in. Once we catch up to Owen and his crew, I get behind Brian and start following him. I follow him to a parking garage, and he stops his car and gets out of the car. I pull up behind him, throw the car into park, take off my seatbelt, and get out of the car.
"Brian!" Bang! The bullet enters my right shoulder and lodges itself in there. I collapse onto the hood of my car and let out a groan. Fuck! Brian climbs back into his car, and speeds off. Fuck! This...this doesn't make any sense. Brian knows who I am, so why would he shoot me? I roll off of the hood of my car, and stand up. I take off my wife beater and place it over the wound on my shoulder. I press down on the wound, and let out a groan. Ow! Fuck! I take my phone out of my pocket, hold down the three button, and put the phone to my ear. Thank god for disposable phones. Ring! Ring! Ring!
"Dom."
"Dom, it's Letty. Um...can...can you come pick me up please. I don't think I can safely drive back to our hide out."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Brian...Brian fucking shot me."
"What? Why?"
"I...I think...I think that maybe he...maybe he lost his memory after the accident, and that's why he joined up with Owen, and..." Before I can finish my sentence, Dom interrupts me.
"Where are you?"
"I'm in front of...London lumber."
"I'll be there in a few minutes. Stay put."
"K. Bring someone to drive my car back to our hide out."
"I will Bye."
"Bye." I hang up my phone and put it into my pocket. A few minutes later...Dom pulls up next to me and him and Roman get out of the car.
"What did you guys find out?"
"Owen Shaw and his team are after computer chips. Computer chips that are worth billions of dollars to the right person. There next location is in Russia."
"Russia?"
"Yeah."
"Fuck...I hate Russia."
A Few Minutes Later...10:30 PM
"Ow...Jesus Christ Dom. That fucking hurt!" I yell. Dom just got done digging the bullet out of my shoulder.
"Pussy." Dom mumbles.
"Ass hole. Damn it...Mia's gonna kill me."
"Speaking of Mia. What are you guys gonna name the baby?"
"Mia's pregnant?" Roman says.
"Yeah. Imagine my surprise when I walk into the bathroom in our new home, and see Mia, with a pregnancy test in her hand. She told me it was positive. I started crying happy tears. She started crying happy tears. We made love on the bathroom floor...the kitchen...the bedroom...the living room...my dicks hard just thinking about it..." Dom slaps me on the injured shoulder, and I let out a groan.
"Ow...what the fuck was that for?"
"That's my sister you're talking about."
"Sorry. Shit...can you hurry up and stitch me up? I have to call Mia and see how she's doing."
"Yeah...give me a minute. You never answered my question." Dom mumbles.
"What question?"
"What are you guys gonna name the baby?"
"Oh...that question. We're gonna name him Brian O'Conner Ortiz."
"Oh wow...Brian O'Conner Ortiz. I...I love it. You...you plan to make an honest woman out of my sister right?"
"Yes sir I do. As soon as we get our pardons, I'm going to ask Mia to marry me, and if she says yes, we'll get married in New York, or Boston, or something."
"Mia's always wanted to live in New York. How much money do you guys have left?"
"We have roughly 15 million left."
"That's more than enough to buy an apartment in New York."
"Yeah...that's what I was thinking. Ow...fuck...warn a girl before you stick her with a needle."
"Sorry." Dom mumbles.
"Wait...did you say pardon?" Roman asks me.
"Yes...yes I did. Hobbs is gonna give us all pardons after we're done helping him." I say.
"Sweet. Now I can move back to New York, and not have to worry about getting arrested as soon as I step off of the plane."
"It'll be nice to be back in the U.S."
"I'm done now." Dom says.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Hah...thanks man."
"You're welcome." After Dom places a bandage over the small wound on my shoulder, he cleans up his supplies, and heads to the front of the room we're in, so he can talk to everyone. I climb off of the table and stand up.
"Alright everyone...what do we know?"
"We know that Owen Shaw and his group are after computer chips that are worth billions of dollars to the right person." Roman says.
"We also know that Owen Shaw and his group are heading to Russia to get the next computer chip." Tej says.
"What part of Russia are they going to?" Dom asks Tej.
"They're going to go to a base just outside of Moscow."
"Ok then...we head to Moscow, and find Owen Shaw."
"What are you going to do once we find him?" Roman asks Dom.
"We're going to stop him from taking the last of the computer chips."
"Ok. I'm sure we can do that." Tej mumbles.
"Our flight leaves in two hours, so pack up all of your stuff, and meat me downstairs!" Dom yells.
A Little Over Two Hours Later...12:52 AM
"Hey baby. How are you doing?"
"I'm good. Tired. Sore. Cranky. Hungry." Bang! Bang! Bang!
"What was that?"
"I don't know. Where did you put the shotgun?"
"It's by the front door." A few seconds later...the sound of wood cracking can be heard.
"Mia! Mia baby. Are you ok? What's going on?" The sound of heavy breathing can be heard.
"Who's this? Mia? Baby? Are you there?"
"Mia's a little busy right now." A man says.
"Who...who is this? I swear to god...if you hurt Mia or our baby, I will kill you. Do you understand me? You're dead. Dead!" I yell into the phone. Click! Tears are pouring down my face. I chuck my cell phone, and it lands a few feet away from Dom. Dom gets out of his seat, picks up my phone, and walks over to me.
"What's going on Letty? Why are you crying?"
"They...they have Mia. They took her. Oh god...I...I think I'm going to be sick." Dom grabs a bag out of the back of the seat in front of me, and hands it to me. I open it, and start throwing up into it.
"Owen's men took Mia!" Dom yells.
A.N. Will Mia be ok? Will her and Letty's baby be ok? You'll found out next chapter.
