Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Fast and Furious series! I only own any characters that do NOT appear in the movies! I also do NOT own the lyrics of the song in this chapter! They belong to Bon Jovi!

Pulling up to the US Customs office in Miami, the Mexican Officers cut the engines for the Navigators.

"Get out," Officer Garcia-Garza said as Enrique Martinez opened the door for the couple.

Getting out, the group was met by Agent Bilkins of the FBI, "I see you agreed."

"Only because children were threatened," Shayla Nyugen hissed as she passed the agent.

The colored agent glanced at the Mexican officers before heading back inside with the rest of the group following.

"Ah hell no!" Shayla snapped, stopping in her tracks with Jesse Carson beside her. "I will not work with this asshole."

Brian Spilner, O'Connor, whatever, turned to look at who said that. When he spotted the dark skinned woman, the Spaniard, Leon, and Jesse, he sighed.

"Who are these guys?" Roman Pearce asked, eyeing Shayla.

"Rome, meet Shayla Nyugen, Jesse Carson, Emperatriz Sanchez, and Leon Schulz," The blue eyed blonde said, motioning to each person as he said their name.

"Well, now that you all have met-" US Customs Agent Markham started but was interrupted by the sound of a delivery truck's door. "Meet Monica Fuentes."

"They have been briefed on Verone and Flores?" She asked as she hopped out of the back.

"Yeah," Markham replied, looking to the agent.

"Good," She replied as she hopped out of the truck. "Verone wants two drivers and Flores wants four."

"So, what are we driving?" Emperatriz asked, looking to the woman.

The agents then started to uncover six different cars.

"Don't even think about taking the convertible," Roman said as he tossed his bag into the back seat.

Shayla shook her head as she made her way to a lime green and black Toyota Supra. Getting in, she watched as Jesse got into a white Nissan Skyline, Emperatriz got into a red Ford Mustang, and Leon got into a black and white Honda Civic.

"Miguel Martinez is with Flores and Verone at the compound," Monica stated as she went to get in the car with Brian. "I ride with you, Cowboy."

Just as Monica was about to get in the car, "Why does she get to ride with you?"

"You get the convertible," She told him as she got into the Mitsubishi.

Following Brian and Monica, Roman was right behind his friend, Shayla behind him, Jesse, Emperatriz, and Leon.

"Why the hell are we in this?" Shayla asked no one as she drove. "Jess and I can't get any peace while expecting our first born."

Almost like he heard her talking to herself, the blonde mechanic pulled up beside her. Grinning at her to help relieve some stress on her part.

She returned the grin before she and Jesse tried to make a race out of it.

Emperatriz pulled up on the other side of Shayla, shaking her head at them. Shrugging her shoulders, Shayla followed Brian and Roman. Even though she didn't want to.

Turning on the radio as they drove, a favorite of Akira's started playing.

How can I defend?

"Let's live for now not then"

We're chasing tail lights

Let them fade into the distance

Let's say the engine stalled and start again

Turn around let's turn around

It's a dark road we been heading down

Trust me tonight I swear I know where we are

We're gonna run all the lights

We're gonna blow right through the radar

Fast cars

We are fast cars

How can I pretend the signs don't say dead end

So many hearts just wind up in a junkyard

Where memories are nothing but spare parts

Turn around just turn around

And leave the past behind us now

Come on we ain't gonna crash

This time we ain't slowing down

We'll pull ahead of the pack

Slip thru the cracks cause we are

Fast cars

Not being able to listen to the song anymore, she practically hit the radio. Effectively silencing it. Resting her elbow on the door, Shayla pinched the bridge of her nose.

When they pulled up into the driveway of Verone's compound, each got out of their rides. The blonde mechanic made his way to his girlfriend, a confused look on his face.

"What's wrong, Baby?" He asked with concern in his blue eyes as he took her hand in his.

"Fast Cars, Jess, Fast Cars," Shayla replied, confusing him before she and Jesse followed the other four drivers.

"Rome and I get Verone," Brian said as the group made their way forward. "Shayla, you guys get Flores."

"Whatever, Traitor," She mumbled, linking her fingers with her boyfriend's.

Roman eyed Shayla's and Jesse's linked hands, wondering how someone like the blonde mechanic got a woman like her.

Going through the pat down at the gates, the six drivers made their way up to where Carter Verone, Carlos Flores, Monica Fuentes, and Miguel Martinez were standing with two other Hispanic men.

"My red Ferrari and Carlos's black Ferrari was confiscated and sit in an impound lot in Little Haiti," Verone stated, his eyes wandering over the drivers. "It's about twenty miles from here."

"The cars aren't what are important," Carlos Flores stated, speaking up. "The packages in the glove compartments, however, are."

"First team to return with the packages will have a chance to work for us," Verone added.

"We have to audition?" Asked Darden as he rested on the rail.

"No one has a gun to your head," Flores said to him, looking at him.

"That's all," Carter said before he and Flores went back inside the compound.

"Drivers licenses, pass 'em up," Monica called out, causing the driver's license of every driver to land in her hands.

"Go!" The bald Hispanic man shouted, causing every racer to make their way to their cars.