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Chapter One

Brian rolled into town in a Mitsubishi Eclipse, Brain loved the car other than the fact it was painted bright green! Now, don't get him wrong, green is a perfectly nice colour, but the car was a bit too bright for his taste… It was neon for crying out loud! It screamed inexperienced and attention seeking. Brian was pretty sure the thing would glow in the dark, but it was the car the F.B.I. had given him so it was the car he was going to have to use.

His boss seemed to think he'd be able to reach Johnny Tran through the street racing community, as Johnny Tran never let anyone outside of Little Saigon join his operation, which was smuggling illegally imported weapons into L.A… Brian didn't believe the plan would work for a second and had told his boss such, but he didn't have much of a choice in the matter.

How was he even supposed to get close to Johnny Tran?

Racing the guy wasn't going to help him in any way and if he lost to the guy, if he did race, he'd lose the car, which again would be no help what so ever. Looked like he'd be putting his breaking and entering skills to use in the near future. And after nearly having a crash, after the car spun out of control whilst practicing in an empty car park, Brian headed towards Harry's.

He couldn't afford to be late on his first day.

Harry knew who he was, both his undercover identity and his real name and he knew Brian's reason for being sent undercover. He agreed to help for the sole reason of, he had a close family friend who got on the wrong side of Johnny Tran and had been killed by one of the illegally imported weapons.

Brian sighed.

It was going to be a long mission.

Lucky Sophie Trinh, Brian's partner from the F.B.I., had agreed to baby sit while Brian was going solo undercover. He felt sorry for her, she wasn't get time off, instead she was going to be working on paper work and going through old case files.

Lots of paper work.

And even more old case files.

But the sooner he completed this assignment, the sooner he could go home.

He pulled up in front of Harry's and got out his car. This was the place. Opening the back passenger door, Brian grabbed his bag from the passenger seat and flung it over his shoulder as he slammed the door shut. An older man appeared in the doorway to the shop.

"Brian O'Connor?" The man asked.

"Yeah," Brian answered. "But it's Brian Spilner, while I'm under. Harry, I take it?"

The man nodded and turned and headed back into the shop. Brian quickly followed, looking round as he did so. Harry's shop wasn't bad and much better than the first garage Brian had worked in, he smiled slightly as he walked through the shop.

Maybe this assignment wouldn't be all bad after all.

"There's a room out back, above the shop, which you can use," Harry explained.

"Thanks man," Brian nodded to him.

Harry smirked at him slightly and tossed him a pair of keys.

"Work starts at seven," And with that Harry walked off.

Brian watches him go before heading up to the small apartment above the shop he'd be staying in for the duration of his assignment. He changed his mind, this assignment was going to be a bad one if the state of the apartment was anything to go by.

The sooner he got this over with the better.

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Brian stared at Harry for a moment, the guy had just passed him twenty dollars. Harry was staring at him and Brian stared right back. Finally Harry let out a huff and turned back to his work. He'd been working for Harry for three days now and never before had Harry just handed him twenty dollars.

"Go grab us some lunch," He finally said and Brain nodded.

"What'd'ya want?" Brain asked.

"They know," Harry answered. "Good luck."

Brian frowned but didn't question it. He jumped in the truck Harry was making him use for delivery's and drove round the corner to a small lunch counter near the market. He pulled up outside and jumped out. He glanced up and noticed the young women running the place was watching him through the window. She quickly looked away as she noticed Brian had seen her. Brian smiled to himself as he entered the shop and headed towards the counter.

"Hi," Brian greeted. "Harry sent me. He said you know what he likes."

"Corned beef on a French roll, with extra mustard," The women answered automatically. "So you know what you'd like?"

For a moment Brian looks her up and down, checking her out. She was hot, like seriously hot and then he realised she'd asked him a question. And then he remembered he was here for an assignment, not romantic interactions, as if he'd ever be lucky enough to get a 'yes' to a date with someone as beautiful as the women in front of him.

"It probably isn't on the menu," Brian replied, was he flirting? He couldn't tell. It been too long since he'd last tried to date. As soon as a women found out about Abigail, they quickly cut things off.

"Probably not," She answered with a slight smile. "But our sandwiches are good."

Brian smiled back at her and she ducked her head slightly, he looked up at the board and tried to decide what to grab for lunch.

"Tuna on white, no crusts," Brain finally decided.

The women pulled a face, "Nobody likes the tuna."

Brian just shrugged and handed her the twenty. She took it and headed off to prepare the sandwiches. He took the opportunity to look round the place. There were pictures on the walls of people and places Brian didn't recognise. Finally he gaze settled on a picture, which had been painted, on the wall opposite him.

It was really good.

It was of a beach in the late evening, the sky was a whirl of colours and a half moon was visible and the first stars were appearing between the clouds. But what caught Brian attention were the waves, they almost looked like they were moving. God, he'd love to go surfing there.

"Who painted it?" Brian asked nodding towards the painting.

"Me," She answered.

Brain nodded, impressed. The women blushed.

"Where you from?" She asked.

"Tucson," Brian answered.

"Dessert dweller. You a 'neck?"

"No. I'm me. I'm my own thing."

"One of a kind," She laughed slightly. "Working for Harry?"

Brian nodded.

"Bet he's busting your ass."

Brian let out a tired sigh, "Been there three days. I'm hoping he's just testing me."

"No, it won't let up," She grinned at him.

Brian rolled his eyes. Looked like he really was going to have his work cut out.

"I'm Brian, by the way," Brian introduced himself.

"Mia," The women, Mia, answered with a slight smile.

"Well, I'll see you around," Brain said, as Mia handed him a takeout bag.

Mia couldn't help but grin after him as he left.

)o(

The first Brian knew about it was the tensing of Harry's shoulders, as he sat beside Brain at the counter. Brain had been sorting the orders and making a list of his pick ups and drop offs for the following day, while Harry went over the books and counted the money. Brain glanced at Harry and noticed he was staring towards the front of the shop.

Turning his attention that way too, Brian noticed what had made Harry tense up. Johnny Tran and his goons had just pulled up in front of the shop, but they'd made no move to enter they just seemed to be watching. Turning his attention back to his work, Brian kept an eye on them out the corner of his eye.

After nearly fifteen, Brian was beginning to get impatient. They were still sitting there watching. Brain made to move to get up, he might as well go talk to them, see if they needed anything and if they didn't, to tell them to clear off. Just because he was investigating them, didn't mean he had to be kind to them. Who knew they might even let something slip.

They were quiet clearly here for the sole purpose of being intimidating.

But Harry sensing what Brian was about to do, grabbed hold of Brian's arm and kept him in place, all the while keeping his gaze fixed on Johnny Tran. Brain went to shake off Harry's grip, when Johnny put his helmet back on and started his bike and he and his goons roared off. Instantly Harry relaxed and let go of Brian.

"What was all that about?" Brian asked, glancing at Harry.

They were the only to left at this late hour, so they weren't going to be overheard.

Harry just shook his head slightly, "They drop by every now and again."

"And just sit there?" Brain questioned.

Harry nodded, "They're trying to expand their territory. Staking their claim."

Brian nodded and carried on with his work.

"So…" Brian said after a moment. "Tell me why you agreed to help the F.B.I. out. I mean I know the basics but that ain't much. You're risking you entire business, by helping us out. If anyone found you were helping the feds, no one would risk doing business with you."

Harry tensed again before relaxing a second later.

"My best friend growing up had a daughter," Harry explained. "I used to babysit every now and again. She grew up to be a beautiful young women and she captured interest of Johnny Tran's cousin, Lance. He asked her out and she said no, but he kept coming back. In the end she agreed and they dated for a couple of months.

"One day she refused to do something Lance wanted and he stuck her. She run home crying and everyone was furious about it. But the Tran's are powerful, so no one dared do anything about it. Lance came by her place, tried to say he was sorry, but she was having none of it… So he shot her. Everyone knows he did, but the police couldn't get any evidence to stick, so he walked free after a night in the cells."

"That's…" Brian trailed off. "I'm sorry man."

"Well, from want your boss said," Harry shrugged slightly. "If anyone can take the Tran's down and make them pay, it'll be you. And when that happens a lot of people will sleep easier at night and the dead will rest easier too."

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Hey. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Until next time,

Blessed be,

TreeOfLife1997.