CHAPTER TWO

Dominic stood at the back of the funeral with Brian, Tej, and Roman. He stared at the black and white picture of his fallen friend, only one thing on his mind.

Ian Shaw is going to die.

Dom couldn't stop hearing those thoughts in his head. He couldn't even hear the church official talking. This guy had messed with the wrong group of fugitives. Suddenly, Dom felt something in his pocket, and realized that he had to go up to the front. He walked up slowly, glancing at what he assumed to be one of Han's relatives.

Dom stepped up next to the giant picture of Han, and placed a small, color picture of Gisele on the frame. Choking up, Dom made a small speech to himself, and to the others around him;

"You were always my brother, Han." Dom said, loud enough for the church official to hear him. "I didn't put you in this grave. I'll repay you someday."

Dom did a heartfelt sign of the cross, and stood silently at the coffin.

"I can't do anymore funerals," Roman muttered to Brian.

Tej spoke up, "First Han, now Hobbs is layed up, of all people."

Dom glanced to his right, noticing a car driving around the church parking lot. Tej, Roman, and Brian did too, staring at it. It was just driving slow, as if observing the funeral taking place.

Tej thought about it quickly, then decided to share his conclusion about the vehicle. "We're being hunted." He looked at Brian. "You know he's out there somewhere watching, right?"

Brian glanced at Dom. "I hope so. Means he's close."

Dom stepped away from the coffin, and started walking out of the funeral.

Roman looked at Brian through his sunglasses. "Just promise me, Brian; no more funerals."

"There's one more." Brian said, looking at his friend. "His."

Dominic was in the parking lot of the funeral now, marching toward the suspicious vehicle.

Come on out, Shaw, he thought. Let's make this quick.

The car window rolled down. A gun pointed in the face of Dominic Toretto.

"Any sudden movements, Toretto," Shaw barked. "And I shoot."

Toretto put his hands up. Back at the funeral, Brian looked toward his friend.

"Guys," He looked at Tej and Roman. "We need to get over there now."

In the back seat sat an Asian that Dom hadn't seen in quite some time; last time he saw him was back when he and Brian weren't really friends.

"Lance Nguyen." Dom said.

The man smirked. "Hey, Dominic. Remember that time at your house?"

Dom glared. "You shot all my friends, and killed Jesse."

Lance simply shrugged. "Tough break, baldy. I also blew up your white boy friend's car."

"That white boy is right here." Brian walked up behind him. Brian looked at Shaw. "So you're Owen's brother?"

Ian nodded. "Now get lost."

Brian walked over to his car and got in.

"Now listen to me, Dominic," Ian said smugly. "Leave Tokyo. If you know wh-"

Suddenly, Brian's car crashed into Ian's. Tej, Roman, and Dom bolted into their car and drove off as quickly as possible.

"Owwww.." Lance groaned in the back seat.

"Quit your whining, pussy," Ian snarled. "We have to follow those jackasses!" He stepped on the gas pedal and attempted to catch up with Toretto's crew.

"Hey, faggot!" Tej stuck his head out the window, shooting at the car's wheels. It spun out and skidded to a halt outside the parking lot.

Ian got out of the car and threw something in front of the car.

"Oh SHIT, GRENADE!" Tej yelped.

Brian veered out of the way, driving out of the way of the grenade just in time for them to survive the explosion.

"This guy is an ameteur at it's finest," Roman said. "Like, seriously?"

"Listen, we have to find some guy. Sean Boswell, by name." Dom said, looking at his phone.

"What for?" Brian asked.

"He was a friend of Han's in Tokyo, so says his family." Dom says. "Let's find him. Now."