The Furious Wolf
Disclaimer: I do not own Halo or the Fast and Furious franchise in any way, shape or form.
War Sage: Originally it took place in 2001 but that was later retconned to take place in 2004 since Fast and Furious (fourth movie) takes place five years later in 2009.
And yes, Six will be using a car more than once.
Guest: I could do that but then this wouldn't be a Halo x Fast and Furious crossover then would it?
Flash: I'm glad that you like that Six has become more brutal following the Fall of Reach. If he had survived it would have had a lasting effect on him seeing all of Noble Team, aside from Jun, being picked off one by one. Then there was the fact that he went back to work for ONI meaning that once again he was working alone.
PoofyOhio: But why!
Chapter 2.
Within a few hours the sun had risen cutting through the perpetual darkness and shining brightly across Los Angeles. As expected during the summer the city was experiencing yet another heatwave that refused to let up, and not even a dip in the pool or standing in front of air conditioning was enough to cool you down, making it uncomfortable for anyone caught under the blazing sun.
Driving around the city of Angeles, a black 1970 Dodge Challenger R/T that had white stripes down the side, one on each side, and tinted black window could be seen driving around the city with no real destination in mind, but rather just taking in the sights and simply enjoying the drive. The scorching heat not bothering him in the slightest; after all a heatwave had nothing on superheated plasma that was hot enough melt your internal organs or vaporize entire oceans.
Turning down a side road, Noble Six escaped the busy Los Angeles traffic that were all heading in the direction of the beach and simply enjoyed his drive around the city as he looked to the pass the time. With one hand on the wheel and resting his other arm on the window, he took in the sights of L.A.
Even after a year there was something special about Los Angeles that he couldn't' quiet put his finger on...granted it paled in comparison to what it would one day become, the same as the rest of Earth, but seeing it in it's infancy in person was a surreal experience...one he never thought he would witness without the aid of entering a holographic simulation; and even then would've been a simulation of the Los Angeles from his era.
There was no strategic advantage at all using an incarnation from a bygone era.
Shaking his head, the Spartan-III erased such thoughts from his mind. There was no point dwelling on the past, well his past, not now he had found himself over five hundred years back in time when humanity hadn't even colonised the Luna let alone the rest of the Sol System and beyond. Back to a time when the nations around the world were independent from one another and mankind still squabbled over the pettiest of reasons.
Furthermore, the Unified Earth Government wouldn't be formed for another seventy-one years by the United Nations; and it would be a hundred and fifty-four years until the Jovian Moon Campaigns would begin. A campaign that would go down as one of the deadliest conflicts to ever take place within the Sol System and serve to escalate tensions between the UN and various other factions, most notably the Neo-Communists known as the Koslovics that would be led by one Vladimir Koslov that would be backed by the Unified German Republic.
A three-month conflict that would take place on the moons of Jupiter. Following that would be the Rainforest Wars, a conflict that would wage across South America between the Koslovics and the Friden forces. After that would come the Mars Campaign, which as the name suggested was waged on Mars, and marked the birth of the UNSC; and finally came the Interplanetary wars that would take place between 2164-2170.
Shaking his head once again, the Spartan pushed his thoughts to the side regarding the future for the time being. Even if the augmentations had increased his lifespan like many scientists that worked for the Office of Naval Intelligence had theorized or he one day he decided to create a Cryo Chamber, he was stuck in the past and that was how it would stay for the time being.
Furthermore, he had been given a rare opportunity, a chance to do some good for a change. While humanity had managed to survive the Human-Covenant war when the Elites had turned against both the Covenant and the Prophets when they had discovered that their entire religion had been based around a lie and the fact that they had been replaced by the Brutes, so much had been lost over twenty-eight years.
And while it was true that the Elites, or the Sangheili as the diplomats insisted calling them by their actual name, were now their allies he held no love for them. Despite the fact that the treaty of 2552 had called for a ceasefire and marked the end of the war, he could not just switch off over two decades of hatred on a whim. If he had been ordered to work with an Elite he would've but forgiving them for everything that had done not only to humanity, but to him personally...never.
Subconsciously, it was probably why he was glad to work for ONI again following the Fall of Reach.
While the various other branches had been working to improve relations with the Sangheili, most notably the Arbiter, ONI had been working to keep them in a weaken state following the end of the war such as interfering in their civil war.
While he was certain that many would be appalled by their actions and the fact that they were stabbing their new-found allies in the back, they had been their enemies for nearly thirty years, personally led the Covenant against humanity...they could not afford to be lax when it came to the Elites...not while the UEG, with the help of the UNSC, were still rebuilding.
Furthermore, he had his own reasons for wanting to damage everything that the Arbiter had done trying to restore order following the fall of the Covenant. While many considered Thel Vadam a hero, and the best thing that the galaxy had going for it, all he saw was an Elite that had massacred millions of humans and brought the Fleet of Particular Justice to Reach.
How many had he killed over twenty-eight years? How many had he and the rest of his species butchered following the lies of the Prophets? How many had perished on Reach alone because of him...and the galaxy treated him like some paragon of virtue; apparently his war crimes had been forgiven by Lord Hood since the Split-Lips had been deceived and made an honest mistake.
Yeah, an honest mistake. A mistake that had resulted in over twenty-three billion human casualties and total devastation of countless worlds that would take decades to recover even with terraforming.
The sound of leather creaking pulled the Spartan from his thoughts to see that his knuckles had turned white as he gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove down the street. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled through his nose to settle down. There was no point in getting worked up, besides he was a Spartan.
He had been trained to be master of his own emotions...even if he knew deep down that since Reach he had gradually been losing control...to be candid nothing had been the same since Reach since he had watched his team get picked off one by one until it was only him, Jun, and Dot that remained; and for the life of him he could not get it out of his mind. He had only been with them for a few weeks and yet their deaths continued to haunt him.
While he didn't regret his time with Noble Team, surprisingly enjoying working alongside a team since his days training on Onyx, there were moments when he caught himself wishing that Colonel Holland had found someone else. If he had then he would have still had the cold and ruthless mentality he had once had instead of being tormented by his past.
As he turned down another street, Six spotted an old building that was long past it's prime that clearly had seen better days judging from the fading white and red paint, and the fact that the wooden panels had warped over the years from both age and generally poor maintenance; and above the building was a large sign that had the words Toretto's Market Café situated above the glass windows that were stained from the cities excessive pollution.
In front of the building were a pair of tables that had parasols, one red and the other white, which seemed to be the colour décor of the building. All in all, the place looked adequate, grubby, but adequate; but most of all it appeared quiet, just what he was looking for when he searching for somewhere to eat.
Driving around the corner, the Spartan pulled up behind an old brown car and parked behind it before getting out of the Challenger. Making sure he had his wallet on him, Six locked his car and walked across the street and into the store where he saw a woman bending over the counter engrossed in what looked to be a textbook of sorts; so much that she hadn't even noticed him enter.
The woman looked young, early twenties if he had to make a rough guess. She had long dark-brown hair went down past her shoulders and tucked behind her ears displaying her hooped earrings, brown eyes that were unworldly and focused on the text in her book. A typical deep Californian tan and oily skin, no doubt from the heat, and soft facial features.
She was wearing a black vest that hitched up showing off her lower back that like the rest of her skin was tanned, and dark blue/black jeans; whatever foot ware she had on was hidden behind the counter though he guessed it didn't really matter in the grand scheme of things.
All in all, he was certain that many would consider the woman attractive if they laid eyes on her. Observing her, he thought that the woman possessed a natural beauty that was unhindered by layers of makeup that he had seen the women of this era cover their faces with in some foolish attempt to look good; besides, wasn't beauty in the eye of the beholder?
Seeing that the woman was still distracted with the book and still hadn't noticed him enter, Six coughed into his closed fist to get her attention.
Reading through her medical textbook for what felt like the thousandth time, Mia Toretto sighed as she rested her cheek in her palm. (1) As per usual it had been a slow and tedious day as she waited for someone, anyone to come in and buy something, whether that was something from the market or food from the café. She was no clairvoyant by any means she expected the only customers that the store would get were Vince, Letty, Jesse, and Leon...and calling them customers was being generous.
The four of them were family, though she used that word very loosely for Vince...no, that wasn't right, he was family just more of an annoying brother...that had the hots for her...okay, that sounded weird even in her own head. But it was the truth. Vince was not exactly subtle for her affection and made it no secret that he was sweet on her; God knows how many times he had hit on her over the years and the times he had asked her out.
Even if she liked Vince in that way, she wouldn't have dated him anyway. She had a rule about dating her brothers friends...as in she didn't.
But she digressed.
Vince, Letty, Jesse, and Leon were family meaning they didn't pay for food...even if the store desperately needed the money. Each month the place lost more and more money and the only reason they kept it open rather than selling it up was because it belonged to her late father. Dom had the Charger, and she had the store...though there were times she wondered who got the better deal; she didn't recall Dom having to sit in the charger and do nothing for eight hours a day.
She was startled and pulled from her thoughts when she heard someone clearing their throat in front of her. Looking to see who it was that had given her a heart attack, she blinked owlishly when she instead found herself staring at someone's stomach, a well-built stomach judging from how tight their shirt was pressed against it giving her something nice to look at.
Taking the opportunity to check him out, her brown eyes trailed up and shamelessly ogled his body...though he didn't seem to mind or maybe he didn't notice, her eyes finally landed on the man's face. He had medium-length black hair that was slicked back, intense deep blue eyes that stared back into hers and observing her like she was his prey that sent a shiver down her spine.
He had pale white skin, not sickly but clearly, he didn't spend too much time out in the sun, with numerous scars across his stern facial features. Some light and barely visible having healed and faded away with time, while others more apparent such as the ones that ran across his nose and the one that ran down his left eye giving him a wild and dangerous look; unlike the men that were in her life.
If she had to guess the man was either Special Forces or had been in his fair share of scraps, although she suspected the former from the vibes she was getting from him. Regardless, she found the scars attractive...at least on him. She was certain that each one must have had a story behind them.
He was wearing a black bombers jacket, which she found absurd considering L.A was experiencing another heatwave...but each to their own. A white T-shirt that was more like a second skin on him, not that she was complaining, that did very little to hide his broad shoulders and herculean build, blue jeans that like his shirt was pressed tightly against his large thighs and powerful legs, and black boots.
And by God was he tall. He could make even Dom look like a child if the two were standing next to each other let alone herself, her head only up to around his stomach; she couldn't help but wonder if it was genetics or maybe just a good diet and plenty of exercise.
Regardless, the brunette thought that he was extremely good-looking, a sentiment that she was sure would be shared by any other woman that laid eyes on him.
"Sorry, I was miles away." The woman apologised with a gentle smile. "What can I get you?"
"What do you do?" Six asked as he walked into the store and pulled out one of the stalls from under the counter.
"Crap mostly." He appreciated her candour, but if she was trying to run a successful business, she wasn't going to get many customers with her sales pitch. "If you're looking for glitz and glamour you've come to the wrong place. But if you're looking for crappy, but everyday food then you've come to the right place." She told him as she whipped out a menu and handed it to him. "So, what can I get you?"
"What do you recommend?" Six questioned as he glanced over the menu to see the selection on offer.
"Depends on what you're after." The woman stated cheerfully. "Something heavy or light?"
"Quick." The Spartan said in his typical short and to the point manner.
"Hmmm," The waitress seemed to think about it for a second before continuing. "Well, personally I wouldn't recommend it to my worst enemy but if you want something quick then I would whip up a tuna sandwich for you." she offered with a smile.
"Thank you." Six said handing her back the menu.
"Are you sure that I can't tempt to buy anything else?" The woman asked. "I wasn't exaggerating when I said I wouldn't recommend it to my worst enemy. It tastes like crap."
"Tuna will do fine." Six stated stoically. He had eaten things that would make a billy goat puke during his time deep behind enemy lines, this tuna would be a luxury in comparison.
"Don't say I didn't warn you." She told him as she placed the menu to one side. "Would you like anything else?"
"Water, please."
"Water?" The waitress repeated incredulously. "Not a beer?"
"No."
"Huh!" She sounded surprised by his answer. "I think you're the first guy that's come in here and not asked for a cold beer."
"Is that right?" Six asked as he watched as the woman walked away to prepare his order. Looking at the back of the store, he spotted a door that had a screened window that displayed what looked to be an office. In said office, he saw a man sitting inside with his back turned to him as he sat down in front of what he could only guess at this point a desk of some sorts.
If it was indeed an office, then he suspected that the man was either the owner or the manager; either way it had nothing to do with him.
Averting his gaze from the office, he looked around the store to see that the interior was just as bland and bare as the exterior. The shelfs had the bare essentials, everything you'd expect to find in a corner shop, the most notable object being the glasses rack that displayed various styles of sunglasses. As he scanned the room his eyes landed on the pile of assorted reading material that was sitting on the counter.
"You're not from around here, are you?" Six heard the woman remark as he reached out to grab the newspaper. Staring in the direction of where the voice came from, he saw her walking back over to him holding a glass of water with ice cubes floating on the top.
"Thank you." Six thanked as she placed the drink down in front of him before answering her previous question. "And no."
"Thought so." She remarked as Six grabbed the newspaper and unfolded to see the headline The Ghost Strikes Again? printed on the front page in bold letters.
"You thought right then." The Spartan shot back as he stared at the picture of the burnt down warehouse that had been taken only a few hours ago displaying his handywork from the night before, missing the smirk that the waitress gave him.
"So where are you from?" The woman questioned as Six looked up to see her standing in the kitchen area and preparing his meal. "Your accent...I can't quite place it."
"Nosey, aren't we?"
"Curious." She corrected as she looked over her shoulder and smiled at him. "So, are you going to tell me or do I have to guess?"
"Wasn't aware I had one." Six replied honestly having no idea accent, no one had ever brought it up before. Whether his accent had come from living in the city of Damask on Jericho VII, from his time on Onyx and the numerous accents from his brothers and sisters had integrated into his own, or maybe humans from the future just sounded different from those from the twenty-first century was unclear...but he guessed it didn't matter seeing as how it didn't impact his life.
"We learn something new every day."
"So it would seem." He agreed with the waitress as he went over the writing that was underneath the picture of the burnt down warehouse.
"Smartass." Six heard her murmur as she worked in the kitchen. "Well, my name's Mia."
"Ma'am." Six greeted politely as he read the paragraph that was underneath the picture talking about how 911 had been called in the early hours of the morning when somebody had reported the sounds of gunfire in the area and when cops arrived on the scene the warehouse had been set ablaze.
"This is usually the part of the conversation where you would tell me your name." The woman, now known to him as Mia, stated. Looking up he saw her staring at him expecting an answer.
"That so?" He questioned rhetorically as he eyed her for a second before returning to the paper.
"It is." Mia proclaimed. "But I'm sure you already knew that." When he didn't say anything, she continued. "You don't say a lot, do you?"
"A trait we don't share." He commented idlily as he read the newspaper.
"You know you're lucky that you're a paying customer." She told him, though there was a playfulness to her tone as he looked up to see her walking over to him with the sandwich on a small white plate. "Here, one crappy tuna sandwich."
"Thank you." Six thanked graciously as he pulled the plate towards him before grabbing the sandwich and took a cautious bite.
"I did warn you that the tuna was crappy." Mia told him with an amused smile as she stared at the emotionless Spartan who stared back at her as he chewed his food, deep blue peering into brown making her swallow a lump that had formed in her throat as she suddenly felt like she had walked into the wolf's den. "Well?"
"It's a good sandwich." Six replied making Mia smile slightly at the compliment.
"Your taste buds must be shit then." She smiled playfully at the Spartan. "No one likes the tuna." She told him as she watched the scarred man take another bite of his sandwich. "And I was actually referring to my previous question."
"I do." Six stated after swallowing the mouthful of tuna sandwich.
"So, are you going to tell me your name or is it a secret?" Mia questioned teasingly when she noted that he still hadn't told her his name and tried to bypass the question by complimenting the crappy tuna sandwich.
"Jericho." The Spartan relented having a feeling that she wasn't going to stop pestering him until she got a name out of him and gave her the identity that Dot had created for him when they had found themselves transported five hundred years back in time.
With her help they had managed to create a believable background for him. It would have raised too many questions and brought a lot of unnecessary attention onto himself if he had just appeared a year ago out of the blue, hence why Dot had invented the Jericho Reach identity for him with a history that went all the way back to 1978. The background that she had invented wasn't all that different from his actual past only with a few tweaks to better conform with the twenty-first century.
Of course one of the main differences was that his birth certificate said that he was born on Earth rather than Jericho VII.
"See? That wasn't so hard now, was it?" Mia said cheerfully as she smiled at the Spartan, happy that she had finally pried his name from him. When he said nothing again, conversationist he clearly wasn't, she continued. "So where are you from Jericho? I'm certain I've never seen you around before."
"Were you looking?" Six asked looking up from his meal to stare at the young woman.
"No," Mia smiled at the man's satire. "But have you seen yourself recently? I doubt you'd be able to hide in a crowd even if your life depended on it."
"I could surprise you." Six commented as he grabbed his glass of water and took a drink.
"I highly doubt that." Mia retorted with a playful smirk. "I think if I had seen you before I would've remembered...you don't exactly blend in." She said commenting about not only his height, but also the scars and the fact the even with the coat, which again thought he was crazy for wearing, you could tell how incredibly muscular he was; obviously he didn't skip out going to the gym.
She was a little disappointed that he was wearing the jacket that prevented her from seeing his bulging biceps; spending all day in the store instead of enjoying herself like the others did she felt she was entitled to a little bit of eye candy now and again.
"Point taken." Six mumbled around the glass of water before placing it back onto the counter.
"So, are you going to tell me where you're from or will we be playing another game of twenty questions?" Mia questioned with a smile, the one-sided conversation being her only pastime as she spent yet another day manning the store instead of going to the beach and enjoying the hot weather; again she really felt that Dom got the better deal when it came to what their father left them...even if he was sitting in the office.
"You ask a lot of questions."
"And you're very evasive." Mia shot back with a smile.
"Touché." Six concurred as he stared back at the brunette who looked back just as intently, seemingly refusing to back down from all her incessant questions. If he didn't know any better, he would've sworn that he was being interrogated by the woman.
"So, are you new here?"
"New enough." The Spartan responded knowing that it was futile to try and enjoy his meal in peace; but he supposed that was what he got for going out to eat rather than staying at home.
"And how are you liking our illustrious city so far?" Mia asked him softly. "Everything you imagined?"
"The same as everywhere else." The Spartan shrugged making her roll her eyes playfully.
"Well, aren't we the pessimist?" Mia teased playfully hoping that he could at the very least crack a smile...yet he looked as passive as he did the moment he had arrived; it was almost like someone had told him that smiling was a sin. "If only we could all share your sunny disposition."
"If only."
"You ever worry that you might run out of sarcastic remarks?"
"Never crossed my mind."
"Well don't think too hard about it. I wouldn't want you to strain yourself or anything." Mia smirked, again enjoying the conversation she was having with him, even if it was mostly one-sided, anything beat talking to herself or reading through the textbook again like she had been doing before Jericho arrived.
"Perish the thought."
Before anything else could be said between the two, the sound of engines roaring blared down the street and thanks to his enhanced senses and the fact that they were letting out a slightly higher pitch then was normal could tell in a heartbeat that the engines had been modified extensively and heading his way.
Looking over his shoulder, Six watched as four cars, a white Volkswagen, and three Nissans one blue, another yellow, and the third a light red/lightish purple, pulled into the carpark that was situation across the street.
Climbing out of the red Nisan was a young woman that looked a little younger than him, early twenties if he had to make a rough guess. She had long dark brown hair that was pulled back into a ponytail and a few loose bangs that framed her face, had black shades ones that had dropped to the rim of her nose, and deep tan like everyone else in the city.
She was wearing a red vest that exposed her midriff and was wearing a neckless and dogtags around her neck. Camouflaged patterned cargo pants that were low enough to reveal her black underwear, apparently not caring that they were on display for anyone that fancied a look and wearing heavy black boots with red flashes licking the vamps.
Out of the yellow Nisan was a man that looked around his age. He had slicked back brown hair, hazel eyes, a deep tan and oily skin from the excessive heat and had a thin layer of stubble growing across his jawline, and around his neck was a large silver chain. He was wearing a light blue shirt that was unbuttoned that was over a black shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers.
Emerging from the smaller white Volkswagen was a second man, who looked much scrawnier than the others. He was wearing a striped beanie that was fraying, black sunglasses, tanned skin like the others, and had an overall youthful appearance compared to the others...while he didn't know his exact age, he seemed a little younger compared to the others. He was wearing a sleeveless jean jacket that displayed his lean build and lanky arms, a black vest, baggy jeans, and black sneakers.
"Talk to me Jesse, this ain't working, brother." Came the voice of the third man that jumped out of the third Nisan looking annoyed. He had short and unkept dark brown hair, light eyes, a deep tan and oily skin, and had a brown beard. He was wearing a faded red vest over a white one, why exactly he was wearing two when one would have sufficed was beyond him...but maybe that was another style of the twenty-first century, that displayed his muscular arms and showed off the tattoos on his arms, blue jeans and brown boots.
"It's your fuel map. It's got a nasty hole. That's why you keep unloading in third." Jesse, the lanky young man from the Volkswagen, stated as the four friends moved in front of the mans car and opened the hood and started playing around with the wires.
"I told you it was third."
"Shut up." The man in the vest snapped at his friend, though from his tone he could tell he wasn't serious. It was the same tone he heard whenever Jorge and Emile interacted with one another often at odds over their personalities clashing with one another; the two really were like mixing oil and water.
"I've lengthened the injector pulse by a millisecond. Just tune the NOS timer and you'll be running nines."
Deciding to tune the conversation out, seeing as how it had nothing to do with him, Six looked forward again and returned to his meal. Seeing as how it looked like the place was about to become popular, he realized that now would be a time to scoff down his food and get the hell out of there. He had never been predictably fond of crowds and working alone for nearly fifteen years and working for an organization that were infamous for stabbing each other in the back hadn't done much to rectify that personal flaw.
"Sup, guys." Six heard Mia greet as the sound of footsteps and muttering entered the store; it seemed that she knew them personally since she hadn't addressed him in the same way...that or maybe he just wasn't that approachable.
"Sup, Mia." His assumption had been correct considering they were on first name basis as one of the men walked past him and entered the store and started checking out the sunglasses alongside Jesse.
"How you doing, girl?" The other woman that had arrived with the group asked she walked past the counter and towards the back of the building. "Hey, Dom! Want a beer?" She called out to the man sitting in the office who simply raised a silver can making her purse her lips. "Suit yourself."
The sound of metal legs scratching across the floor alerted Six that someone had sat next to him. From the corner of his eye, he watched as the man in the vest jumped into the seat beside him and leant into the counter and glared at him in some futile attempt to intimidate him; it was going to take more than a glare to frighten him.
"What a bad-boy." The man with the toothpick remarked as he and Jesse stood off at the side trying out the variety of sunglasses that were on offer.
"A woman's wet dream." Six heard Jesse agree with his friend as he continued to eat his sandwich. While it probably would've better to get out of there, he had a feeling that the man next to him was just looking for any excuse to have a fight, he had paid for his meal and thus he was going to finish all of it.
"I like his scars." The woman commented as she walked around the counter and over to the fridge to pull out a beer for herself, or at least he assumed it was a beer considering that she had offered the man, who had been identified as Dom, a beer a few moments ago.
Swallowing another mouthful of sandwich, the Spartan noted that the man was still glaring at him then began checking him out. "I hate to break it to you, but I'm not a homosexual." Six informed as he finally looked at the man making the Latina spit out her drink, the two men laugh, and made Mia bite her tongue to stop herself from laughing at the mans' expense.
"I'm not gay, asshole!"
"No?" Six asked curiously. "I assumed that's why you were checking me out."
"I was not checking you out!" He insisted red-faced as the others continued to laugh at him, meanwhile the Spartan stared emotionlessly at him. "I like women!"
"Sounding a little defensive there, Vince." The man that was standing with Jesse joked. "Something you'd like to share with the rest of us?"
"Fuck you."
"You say that a lot, Vince. I'm starting to wonder if you mean that literally."
"Starting to make sense why he has so many of those string vests." The Latina added as the two friends tried to get underneath Vince's skin which seemed to be working if him gritting his teeth was any indication. "
"I'm not gay." Vince growled as he ignored his friends and glared at the Spartan who had gone back to eating his sandwich while they squabbled with one another. "I fuck woman every night."
"Well, that's a lie."
"Congratulations." Six said sardonically as he finished his sandwich, while the others sniggered. He guessed bragging about your sexual prowess was considered impressive in every era; personally, he didn't see what the big deal was bragging about getting laid...didn't it just degrade both parties involved?
Drinking what was left of his water, Six placed the empty glass back onto the table and stood up shocking everyone apart from Mia as he towered over them all. "Thank you for the meal, Mia." He thanked as he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out some money and placed it on the counter.
"You're welcome." She smiled brightly. Despite his sarcasm, he was probably the politest customer she had met in a while...didn't help that he was nice to look at either. "Maybe I'll see you again tomorrow?" she asked hopefully and promptly ignored the smirk that Letty sent her.
"Maybe." While he doubted that he would be in the neighbourhood any time soon, he saw no reason being rude to the waitress and bluntly telling her no. "Have a nice day, Ma'am." Six bid her farewell before turning around and left the store silently unaware of Vince glaring daggers into the back of his skull.
"Tomorrow?" Vince thought out loud as he watched the man leaving the store and walking across the street. It was bad enough that he had made him look like an idiot in front of the others and insinuate that he was gay, which he certainly was not, but worse it was clear that Mia had the hots for the guy judging by how she had pretty much just invited him back.
"No way." Vince growled slamming the counter as he jumped up from his seat and pursued after the retreating man.
"Are you crazy, Vince?!" Vince heard Leon shout as he stood up. "You want to tangle with him?! Look at the size of him, he'll rip you apart!" He promptly ignored him as he left the store and followed the bastard that had embarrassed him in front of the others.
"Shouldn't one of us stop him before he does something stupid?" Leon questioned the others.
"It's Vince." Letty drawled stating the obvious. "Of course, he's going to do something stupid...twenty bucks says that the big guy knocks him on his ass."
"I'll take that action." Leon agreed shaking her hand while Mia glared at the two friends that were betting that either Jericho or Vince would win the fight; personally, her money was on the former but that was beside the point.
"Really? You're both making bets?" Mia asked incredulously as she watched as Vince followed after Jericho before she turned to look at Dom who was in the office and keeping to himself even after the others had arrived. "Jesus Christ, Dom! Would you get out there already?! I'm sick of having to deal with this shit with him every day!"
"Relax girl. Just sit back and enjoy the show." Letty told her as she, Leon, and Jesse stood by the counter and eagerly waited for the fight to begin. "We're about to see Vince get his ass handed to him..."
"Our boy has this in the bag."
"Please." Letty snorted undignified. "Ignoring that fact that he looks like a brick shithouse, did you see those scars? No way he got them from shaving." She stated recalling the scars that were across his face that gave him a wild and dangerous look that she liked in a man. She loved Dom, and nothing would change that, but that didn't mean that she couldn't look.
"...Can I change my bet?"
"Nope." She smirked smugly as she looked at Leon. "We shook hands." She told him as she sniffed the air." I can almost smell my winnings." she added rubbing her hands together while Leon pursed his lips really regretting betting on Vince now.
Leaving the store after paying Mia for the food, Six walked across the street and back over to where his car was parked. As he was walking, he heard boots grating across the concrete behind him making him withhold a sigh. Ignoring the fact that he had heard Vince shout and slam his hands on the counters thanks to his enhanced hearing, he guessed his assumption about Vince wanting to start a fight with him was true after all.
"Why don't you try Fatburger in future?" While it came across as a suggestion, everyone present knew it was pretty much an order. "You can get yourself a Cheeseburger with fries for $2.95, dickhead."
"..." The Spartan chose to ignore the angry little man as he walked to his car. He could care less what Vince thought about him, the opinion of a man that he doubted would ever contribute anything to society and thought he could intimidate him was the least of his concerns.
"Show your face around here again and I'll put you in the fucking ground." Six would've laughed at the man's empty threat if hadn't been uncharacteristic for him. Instead, he decided to ignore him. "Oi! You ignoring me, asshole?!"
"You catch on quick." Six commented before he felt something shove into him in some foolish attempt to take him out when he least expected it...he didn't even budge; however, after all it would take more than a push to unbalance a Spartan even out of armour.
Turning around slowly, Six looked down with his usual blank face to stare at Vince who suddenly looked a little worried when he saw that his shove didn't have the desired effect.
"I'll let that slide." Six told him calmly. "I suggest you return to your friends." He advised as he spotted said friends standing in the doorway looking invested in the dispute between them both.
"Here's an idea, fuck you!" Vince roared as he swung for him, though thanks to his superior reaction time the Spartan saw it coming from a mile away and simply stepped out of the way. Spinning around he tried to hit him again only for Six move out of the way again infuriating him. "Stop moving, asshole!" he shouted as he threw punch after punch desperately trying to land a hit on the Spartan who effortlessly avoided the punches.
Deciding to entertain him, Six simply stood there as Vince threw another punch and allowed it to make contact with his chest.
As his fist made contact, Vince recoiled back in pain feeling that he had just punched a steel wall...worse the bastard looked completely unfazed as he looked down at him. Punching him again, he only seemed to cause hurt himself, which only served to add more fuel to the flames.
"Fucking hell!" Vince raged as he threw another punch hoping to do at least some damage to him only for it to be intercepted by a large hand that encased his own and held it a vice-like grip. "What the hell are you?"
"Bored." The Spartan stated coolly that made Vince tremble with rage.
"Bored?!" Vince repeated with gritted teeth. "I'll show you fucking bored!" He roared and threw a left haymaker to disorientate them and free his other hand.
Seeing the punch coming from a mile away, Vince's attacks were anything if not predictable, Six blocked the punch with his arm before retaliating by ramming his fist into his stomach with enough force that Vince spit out a mouthful of blood and saliva that went across his white shirt.
As Vince dropped to his knees and a stream of bloody saliva oozed from his mouth that he coughed onto the pavement, Six grabbed him by the front of his vest and pulled him up until they were inches away from one another. "Finished?"
"Fuck you." Vince sneered as he spat a mouthful of blood and saliva in the Spartans face; thankfully his mouth had been shut...who knew what diseases the man had after bragging about having multiple lovers every night?
Scowling, Six brought his fist back and slammed it into his face knocking Vince out with a single punch. As his eyes rolled into the back of his skull and blood covered his knuckles, he pushed Vince away from him just as he heard heavy footsteps marching over to him.
"If you can't control you dog, put a leash on him." Six commented as he turned around to see Vince's friends and the man from the office walking over to him as he wiped the blood from his face. While the bald man looked angry, he spotted the Latina from before holding her hand out to her friend who pulled some money from his pocket and handed it to her.
"Really?" The bald man glowered. "That's all you've got to say after beating Vince to a bloody pulp." He asked looking at the unconscious form of his friend. "And what's stopping me from breaking every bone in your body?"
"Common sense." Six stated calmly as he wiped the blood of knuckles and looked down at his blood-soaked shirt. "Hopefully you're smarter than your friend." he said looking at the unconscious Vince.
"Is that a threat?"
"Not at all." Six retorted looking the man dead in the eyes. "He attacked me, I acted accordingly." He stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Or should I have just stood there and let him attack me?" He questioned rhetorically.
"Alright, you've made your point." The man conceded before looking at Vince and sighed. "Someone gets Vince out of the street before someone sees him." He told the others as Jesse and his friend came up, steering clear of Six, and lifted Vince up by wrapping his arms around their shoulders and carrying him out of the street.
"Then I assume we're done."
"Not yet." The man responded as he looked over at the Dodge Challenger. "This yours?"
"It is." Six confirmed, suddenly becoming wary of the man and protective of his car.
"1970 Dodge Challenger R/T." The woman whistled in appreciation as she eyed the classic American Muscle enviously. "You don't see one of these babies every day, and certainly not in mint condition. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear it just came off the production line."
She wasn't entirely wrong. Dot had managed to acquire the blueprints when she had suggested that he should get himself a car that better conformed to the twenty-first century. Once they had decided on the car they wanted, they had both worked on making a few modifications to improve the overall design and performance.
"She's beautiful." The man complemented as he checked over the car. "Ever raced her?"
"No." Six answered looking at the man oddly. "Where would I go to race her?"
"I know a place." The man smirked as an idea popped into his head.
"And you're telling me this because?"
"Because you're going to race me." The man stated getting a smirk from the woman, who he had a gut feeling was his girlfriend/wife.
"Why would I do that?"
"Think of it as your way of apologising for knocking Vince out." The man smirked and for a second another bald man that had a tattoo of a hand grasping a fistful of arrows took his place. "If you lose, I get your car and you never come around here again."
"And if I win?"
"You get to keep coming around here as much as you like, regardless of if Vince likes it or not. And you get my car...but that won't be happening." He smirked confidently at the Spartan.
"You sound pretty confident." Six remarked looking at the man. "Some would say overconfident." He added getting a snort from them both.
"There's a reason I'm King of the Streets." The man smirked confidently. "I've never lost a race and I don't plan to any time soon...so what do you say?"
And cut! Well, here is the second chapter of The Furious Wolf. Sorry for the late update, I had planned to write more and upload it last week, but my Nan died last Thursday, and I've spent the last week just trying to sort everything out for her funeral. I'll try and update again soon, but at the moment like I said I'm just trying to sort everything out.
While Brian wasn't included in this chapter he will still be in the story, I just thought that I would go a slightly different approach with this chapter and have Vince attack Six instead of Brian. Not sure what you thought of the fight between the two, but hopefully it was a little better than the previous version.
1) In a deleted scene of the Fast and the Furious, Mia tells Brian that she was studying to be a doctor. Obviously, this went nowhere in the series other than a few scenes where Mia fixes up Dom, but I thought that I would include it in this story.