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Chapter 4
Leon had long ago accepted that his things would never be easy. He had planned on making sure that his drive in life would be action packed, without a second to spare. But sometimes, he wished he didn't have to eat his own words.
After Letty and Jose left for the border, he and Mia had instantly went to go pay Hector a visit.
"Two visits in one day?" Hector asked as Leon and Mia approached. "Damn, this must be my unlucky day."
"How did you know today was so unlucky?" Leon asked.
"Tran's little sister works in the hospital, so she heard about Vince and the trucks," Hector explained, letting the pair into his garage. "Now it's wildfire all over the streets. I heard Dom went AWOL."
Leon frowned.
"He didn't go AWOL," Mia snapped. "I doubt you'd want to go to Lompoc, either."
"True," Hector agreed. "Besides, Letty came around with some dude before I heard any of Tran's mouth. Speaking of Tran, you've got another issue to worry about."
"Yeah like what?" Leon asked.
"Like Johnny Tran's body in the morgue!" Hector replied offering Leon a corona.
"What?" Leon snapped turning to Mia. She groaned and sat down in the closest chair.
"I completely forgot about that," Mia answered. "It's been such—"
"You knew?" Leon asked. "You knew Dom killed Johnny Tran and forgot to tell me? Damn Mia, damn!"
"Dom didn't kill him," Hector cut in. "Your friend Spilner—"
"O'Connor," Mia corrected venom leaking into her voice.
"Yeah, I heard about him too. A cop? Damn, that's some bad karma rolling around. Anyway, the point is now you gotta deal with the Tran family."
"As if we didn't have enough shit on our hands," Leon snapped. "Shit. He must have been pissed."
"They killed Jesse," Mia reminded softly. There was a quiet moment amongst the three, where they all understood the thoughts that must ran through Brian and Dom's heads. They all knew the pain of losing a loved one, and they all knew the inconsolable anger…
"Listen, we need your help," Leon said after a moment. "We gotta get rid of these cars."
"Everything must go?" Hector asked.
"Everything must go."
The cars were waiting for them off of the highway exit by the old rundown building where they were parked only hours ago. It seemed so surreal to Leon that he had literally just been here, trying to let go of that bad feeling shaking his spine. He knew they shouldn't have done this without Jesse, he knew something had been off.
With Hector's right hand man Senon, they were able to get all of the cars and drop them off at random empty abandoned warehouses outside of L.A. It was well past midnight when Mia and Leon retired back to the Toretto's home, but the minute they spotted the massive gathering of motorcycles, Leon knew the night was about to get a hell of a lot longer.
"Leon?" Mia asked nervously.
He revved the engine, eyeing the motorcyclist closets to him, who was undoubtedly Lance Tran.
"Leon?" Mia asked again, pressing for a response.
The engine growled ferociously and Lance Tran raised his gun higher.
"LEON!"
The car made a wild U-turn right there on the block and Leon sped back down the street. The minute the move was made, Mia ducked her head trying to avoid the sharp bullets that were exploding around her.
Their luck was running seriously thin, as Leon would find. He approached the bottom of the hill in record time, only to find about three or four cars waiting for him. Suddenly the bullets were coming from both ends. This was an all out massacre.
"Shit!" Leon swore making another wild U-turn.
"Leon, are you serious?" Mia asked Leon drove viciously back up the hill. "Why are going in the wrong direction? We want to get out of the neighborhood not further in!"
"Damnit Leon!" Mia yelled when he didn't respond. He wasn't working on logic at the moment. It was all adrenaline, all snap decisions. To Leon, this was the biggest and best challenge he was ever going to get. He had always tried to view life as a game, one challenge after the next, and if he could make it through this particular night, he would find himself quite a happy man.
Leon ran right through the militia of motorcycles and literally ran over a few of them. The shot fires never ceased, but Mia could now hear the angry roars of motors behind her.
"What are you doing? What are you doing? LEON, WHAT HELL ARE YOU DOING!" Mia shirked as Leon plowed right through slightly opened, wooden gate between Letty's house and her old neighbor, Mrs. Peterson. They ended up in the backyard of the Marshall's, who were known to be loud-mouth, trigger happy lunatics. Leon drove through the Marshall's back yard, hoping that the parade of cyclist to follow would have some trouble with their old friends.
By the time they were out of the neighborhood, only one car was still trailing them. The others were either stuck at the Marshall's or currently upside from ramming to innocent cars that had become part of Leon's maze.
"What are we going to do? What are we going to do?" Mia whined as the car only seemed to get closer.
"Mia, give me your phone," Leon commanded, "and take hold of the wheel."
Having no time for her own personal worries, Mia did as asked, and handed her phone over and took over the steering wheel. Keeping his foot on the gas, Leon quickly dialed the numbers to the only extended family that team had in L.A.
"Hello, Kendall?" Leon asked.
Mia's head snapped in his direction, her mouth dropped.
"Are you crazy?!?" Mia yelled.
"No, but she sure as hell is!" Leon snapped back. "Kendall listen to me, it's Leon—Where are you?—Good. Listen, I'm in a bit of a pickle. I need you to meet me down by the tracks—y'know the railroad tracks where Dom, Cam, Vince and Letty used to screw around all the time—Yeah, and I need you get old Susanna. Meet me there. We're not too far from it now."
When Leon snapped the phone shut Mia demanded, "What are thinking? You want to get Krystal involved in this? She'll kill us!"
"I didn't call Krystal, I called Kendall," Leon snapped taking control of the wheel again. "We've just got to keep this little goose chase going a little while—"
The force of the impact was nearly enough to send Mia and Leon both through the window. Mia found herself quite glad that they had put on seatbelts, when getting into the car. She turned around to see that the survivors from Tran's hunting party were directly behind them. As another round of shots were fired, Mia ducked, but she could hear the rear view mirrors shatter.
Leon made a wild, illegal left turn onto 5th street, and Mia could see the train tracks blinking in the distance.
"Leon? Do you see—?"
"We're gonna make it Mia, I just need you to shut up for one quick—"
"Leon we are NOT going to make it!" Mia screamed as they quickly advanced towards the train tracks.
"Mia, just a little—"
But Mia Toretto was sick of people telling her that things were going to be alright. She just had to swallow the truth, things were not alright. Not since the failed heist, not since Brian screwed with their lives, not since Dom went away to jail, hell not since her father died.
Mia slamming her foot on the breaks and the car screeched to a halt right before the tracks as the train passed by them.
And although it saved them from an accident and certain death by train, there's was still the little matter of their pursuer who wanted them dead.
The car behind them should have killed them, once they had stopped. They should have had their guns out and ready to blow their small Nisan into bits. Both Mia and Leon shouldn't even be alive, but as grace would have it, they were both saved—again.
Although Mia hadn't seen it as they sped down 5th street, she did remember the small alleyway right before the train tracks, where her brother and his friends would hide when the police interrupted their "street races". It was the same small alleyway that a large black SUV exploded from, ramming right into the pursuer's vehicle, sending it tumbling over.
Mia watched from the car as Kendall Cadmen emerged from the SUV with old Susanna in hand.
One man crawled from out of the car and Kendall pointed the gun directly at the man's head and disarming him of his own.
"Why don't you tell your master, Kendall says: no more games tonight?" Kendall snapped.
The man nodded before running for the African-American woman with the large semiautomatic shotgun.
"Leon? Are you alright?" Kendall called as she approached them.
"Yeah," Leon answered as he began to exit the car.
"You didn't mention that you had Mia with you," Kendall snapped helping Mia out.
"Didn't have the time," Leon replied. "I see old Susanna still works."
Kendall rolled her eyes and tossed the large gun to Leon. He lifted it up to aim and saw that there were no shells.
"Everyone can use a little fear in their lives," Kendall responded to Leon's grin. "So what happened this time?"
"Long story," Leon said.
"Oh I got time," Kendall answered. "Especially if you don't want Krystal to know. My mother can still kick your ass, y'know."
"Yeah, I know," Leon answered. "We just…fucked up."
"When things go wrong…" Kendall sighed. "C'mon, you two, I'll take you back to my place and we'll talk."
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