The Furious Wolf

Disclaimer: I do not own Halo or the Fast and Furious franchise in any way, shape, or form.

Darth Revan1998: Glad you like it, and I will.

Grudgematch: Yes, Brian will be in this chapter.

Lucifer79: No, this time I plan to have Six use an actual car instead of using the Warthog.

Darksblade: I'm really happy to hear that. I wasn't sure if it would be as well as received as the previous version since I've changed a few things such as making Six more vengeful and brutal when he's not using his Jericho Reach persona.

Vansmoke: How Jesse managed to find his profile will be hinted about this chapter.

Guest: Again, that a huge weight off my shoulders. I like to think that my writing has improved somewhat since I started writing and so the conversations flow much smoother than before.

Lomada: Totally agree. In the last version I wanted Six to be a lighter character to better allow him to fit into Dom's crew. But in this version, he is more broken, a shell of what he once was after, in his opinion, failing to save Noble Team and Reach. He's become jaded, bitter, and just hateful like you saw in the first chapter with how he dealt with the criminals.

Snow in the darkness: Again, I agree.

Jestalnaker94000: Fear not, Brian will be in this chapter.

Flash: Actually, Six is only 6'5 while out of armour and 6'9 in armour. But even that should give Vince pause since Spartans are still incredibly muscular from their augmentations, probably looking bigger than they actually are.

Kiran Punnoose: I didn't forget. I just didn't write it where Jesse and the others saw the extent of his military profile. I'll be doing that when the LAPD-FBI investigate him.

Solidghost: Please do.

Kriegar Techpriest: What school scene are you talking about?

Specialone78: Thank you for your kind words, really appreciate it. And I absolutely adore the Grappleshot and the Mark VII so naturally I included them.

Anonymous: This time I'm trying to convey his dialogue as short and sweet...hopefully it's come across as that.

War Sage: Couldn't tell you at the minute. Right now, I'm just trying to build upon the Six x Mia relationship and getting Six to become more human. But I guess we'll see what happens.

Chapter 4.

A few hours had passed since Six had agreed to participate in the race against Dom following the incident with Vince earlier that day. An incident that had ended with Vince knocked out on the ground after he had tried, well it had nothing to do with trying he had jumped him, when he had been leaving the café hoping to avoid a confrontation with the man that had taken an instant disliking to him the moment he laid eyes on him.

Returning home and explaining the situation to Dot, who had already known what happened by the time he had left the city, he had spent the better part of the day reviewing the files that Dot had compiled regarding Arnold Flass, the corrupt detective of the San Francisco Police Department that been illegally supplying guns to the criminal underworld.

Which he had learnt Internal Affairs were well aware of and currently monitoring him, along with the other corrupt cops that were a part of his little enterprise.

Furthermore, Dot had discovered the name of one of his benefactor, Johnny Tran. The son of an affluent family who had either grown bored of his idyllic lifestyle that his father had provided him and his sister or was simply ruled by greed and desired more than he was intitled too, regardless of the reason he was now the leader of a gang that operated in Orange County.

He was mostly a petty criminal who dealt in various goods such as televisions, DVD players, stereos, watches, entertainment systems, money laundering, drug smuggling, essential components for cars, specially high-performance parts, and illegal street racing; they had also discovered a connection between Dom and Johnny.

But he digressed. He had more pressing matters on his mind than contemplating about the friendship between Johnny and Tran that had for some reason soured and now the two were rivals and made sure to stay clear of one another aside from an event known as Race Wars.

As he neared the location that Dom had given to him, Six heard loud obnoxious music coming from the two large buildings that had a polychromatic of colours bleeding out from the sides, followed by engines roaring as a handful of modified street cars headed into the alleyway...

"So much for being inconspicuous." Six thought to himself as he followed the ostentatious cars and headed into the alley to see that it was swarming with street racers, racing fanatics, and a large crowd of people that had come to either cheer their friends on or simply watch the race...maybe both; he guessed that illegal street racing was not as low-profile as he originally thought.

Driving between the convey of cars and people that had gathered, Six ignored all the stares as he parked in one of the empty spaces. Switching the engine off, he opened the door and got out. As he closed the door to his Challenger, he heard a few catcalls directed at him. Looking in the direction they came from, he saw a group of women that were wearing skimpy outfits, apparently lacking modesty, or simply not caring that they were practically in their birthday suits, checking him out from across the street.

As he looked at them they began giggling as they stood around a purple Mazda that had matching purple underflow, a recurring theme with most of the vehicles in the ally; if there was any other purpose than being aesthetically pleasing to the driver or maybe it was an requirement since just about every car there had it, he couldn't say. Regardless, as soon as they spotted him looking in their direction, they waved at him and wiggled their fingers.

The super soldier froze, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. Like the rest of his brethren, his social etiquette was subpar, more so these days since returning to ONI and distancing himself from pretty much everything and focusing solely on the mission.

He could still interact with civilians; he wasn't completely inept. Just since Reach, since he had failed to bring Noble Team home, he had no reason too.

Purging those thoughts from his mind knowing that they were only a distraction, and technically Noble Team and everyone he had ever known hadn't even been born yet, Six gave the women thin smile making them giggle some more.

Confused by their antics and why they were giggling in the first place, Six suddenly heard a heavily modified engine reverberating down alley. Looking in the direction of where the sound was coming from, he saw a bright green Mitsubishi that had a carbon fibre hood, that or it was just painted black, and green neon on the underbelly lighting up the road beneath it, and numerous decals across the body that like the engine had been modified; the most notable being the large white and blue tear at the side.

As it drove towards where he was standing, Six watched as the rest of the drivers and the people that had gathered stared at them, thankfully taking the attention off him, before stopped and back up into the spot next to him.

Switching the engine off, Six watched as the driver climbed out to reveal a young man that looked in his early-to-mid-twenties. He had curly blonde hair, which he noted dyed considering his brown roots and eyebrows, that he clearly took some pride in considering how neatly groomed it looked. Bright blues eyes that he also noted were alert, a deep tan that was pretty much the status quo with everyone in L.A baring himself and had a thin layer of stubble growing.

He was wearing a grey t-shirt that looked a few sizes too big for him but judging from everyone else's attire that was the norm for this era, dark blue jeans that he shoved his hands into the pockets, and black sneakers.

The blonde looked just as uncomfortable and out of place as he felt as he looked around at the assembled street racers that were either tinkering with their engines, cleaning the bodywork, blasting music from the stereo systems, or simply speaking to each other.

When his eyes landed on him, he suddenly looked nervous no doubt because of the scars, or maybe he was just not as approachable as he had once been. Regardless, the man refused to be intimidated and nodded at him. "Sup, man."

"Not much." Six replied stiffly, unsure what he was really meant to say. Unlike when he had spoken to Mia, he didn't need anything off him. Hence why he was not quite as chatty as he had been with the waitress; one of the reasons why he had gotten the hell out of there as soon as he could...that and he was sick and tired of talking to them.

The only reason he had agreed to race Dom was because it was better than the alterative. Even if privately, he found it absurd that he was being punished when Vince was the one that attacked him; probably would have been easier to just snap...

"Nice car." The Spartan's aggressive thoughts were halted when he complimented his car.

"Thanks." Before Six could say anything else he saw a man of Hispanic descent, who was surrounded by his own group, checking them out from across the street. Seeing that his attention was elsewhere, the blonde turned to see where he was looking just as the Hispanic man came over.

"Sweet ride." The man complimented as he walked over to them both. "Whatcha runnin under there, man?" he asked making the blonde smirk getting a chuckle from him.

"You gonna make me find out the hard way?"

"Hell yeah." The blonde grinned making the man smirk.

"You brave, you brave." The Hispanic man said before looking at the Spartan who had been silent throughout their conversation. "You know, we don't get many muscle cars around here, big man." If Six was surprised at the nickname he didn't let it show. "Names, Hector. Got a last name too but I can't pronounce it."

"Jericho."

"Brian Spilner." Six heard the now named Brian introduce himself to him and Hector.

"Yeah, typical white boy names. Know what I'm saying?" Hector joked getting a grin from Brian and a blank look from Jericho that made them both a little uncomfortable. "See that over there?" He asked quickly changing the subject as he pointed across the street to where the people he had been sitting with were cleaning his car and lubricating the chrome engine that was exposed due to no hood. "That's mine, my baby. But I ain't cutting her loose tonight though."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm going legit, homie." Hector told Brian while Six listened in. "Trying to get on the Nirus circuit, heard about that?"

"Ah, hell yeah." Brian nodded as Hector looked at the Spartan.

"So, what's up with you, man?" Hector asked looking up at the super soldier. "You look like you'd rather be anywhere but here." He remarked and Brian couldn't help but agree as they both stared at the man who had barely said a word.

"Waiting for someone." Six chose his words carefully. Not because he was worried that the two of them might have been friends with Dom, and by extension Vince, but more because it frankly had nothing to do with them.

"Oh, yeah?" Hector sounded interested not at all put off by his antisocial attitude. "What's their name, maybe I know them?"

"Dom."

"Dom?" Hector repeated making sure he heard him right." As in Toretto?" When he nodded both Hector and Brian looked surprised, the latter managing to hide it better. "Damn, you racing tonight?"

"No choice." Six answered stiffly, hating the fact that he was so exposed without his armour and the fact that he was there instead of patrolling the city like he had been doing for the last year. "I was challenged."

"Dom challenged you?" Hector questioned sceptically as he looked at him. "How the hell did that happen?"

"By asking." Six retorted making two laugh at his smartass comment, even if he wasn't trying to. Technically the only reason he had agreed was because Dom and Letty wouldn't stop pestering him and wouldn't take no for an answer...that and agreeing was simply easier; but they didn't need to know that.

"Shit, man. Better get in line." Six was pulled from thoughts when he heard another voice speak up. Turning to the source of the voice, he saw another street racer walking up to them.

The man had dreadlocks that were held back by a black bandanna with white patterns that circled around, dark brown eyes, dark skin, and like pretty much everyone else was wearing clothes that looked about three sizes too big for him such as a large white t-shirt, matching jean jacket and pants, and white sneakers.

"This yours?" The man asked Brian as he inspected the Mitsubishi.

"I'm standing next to it." Brian answered cautiously, surprising the Spartan at how quickly his demeanour had changed.

"That's funny." The man commented as he began to wander around the car clearly putting Brian on edge considering how his shoulders tensed. "Ya know, Edwin happens to know a few things. And one of the few things Edwin knows is it's not how to stand next to your car...but how you race your car. You better remember that." He finished pointing at Brian as he circled around the car and stood in front of it again.

Before Six could wonder why he was referring to himself in third person, the crowd was silenced as the roaring of engines were heard heading their way. They didn't need to wait long to see who it was as five cars driving in formation appeared, four of which he recognised from earlier that day from the café, leading the pack as a red Mazda RX-7.

"Ah, shit. Here they come. It's on." Edwin stated sounding excited as he rubbed his hands together and headed back across the street to where presumably his car was.

Meanwhile, Six watched as the cars drove up to the crowd before stopping. The door to the Mazda opened to reveal Dom, whom he had guessed would be up in front, now wearing a black vest that displayed muscular biceps, and black cargo pants. Closing the door, he shook hands with one of the bystanders before his eyes landed on a pair of blondes that waved at him with coy smiles and walked over to them.

At first Six wondered if perhaps Dom and Letty had a very causal relationship considering that he now had his arms around the two blondes who seemed to love all the attention if their smiles were any indication, that assumption was quickly dismissed as Letty got out of her car and slammed the door for effect when she spotted Dom with the blondes and walked over to them.

"I smell..." Letty did some exaggerated sniffing as she approached the trio making the girls uneasy. "Skanks." She spat as she sneered at the blondes. "Why don't you girls pack it up before I leave tread marks across those pretty faces?" she threatened them. Taking the not-so-subtle hint they pulled themselves away from Dom and quickly steered clear of the incensed Latina.

"Letty, I was just talking to them."

"Yeah, whatever." She rolled her eyes either not believing him or simply didn't want to hear it.

Sighing, Dom went to say something else before his eyes landed on Jericho who he noted was also standing next to Spilner, the other person that Vince had started a fight with at the store. Compared to Jericho and Vince however, their fight had been evenly matched. To be honest he had been hoping he would never have to see him again after he had warned him to stay clear of the store...granted they were nowhere near the café...he was getting off track.

"You made it." Dom stated to Jericho while snubbing Brian, pretending that he wasn't even there.

Six didn't answer verbally but rather nodded his head at Dom as he walked over. Through the crowd he spotted his crew staring at him from afar, the biggest difference however was that surprisingly Vince wasn't glaring at him like he had been expecting. In fact, the moment that he had looked back he became nervous and looked away; he must have been present when Jesse had brought up the profile that Dot had made for him to find.

He also saw Leon, Jesse, and Letty standing by their cars talking to a few of the other racers, as was Mia. However, when her eyes landed on him, she gave him a smile, one he noticed was more sympathetic than the cheerful one she had earlier that day; it seemed she too had seen his profile.

"So how we doing this, man?" Six heard Edwin ask Dom as a small crowd had gathered around the King of the Streets, or so Dom had referred to himself.

"Same as usual." Dom answered. "One race, quarter mile. $2500 buy-in. Winner takes all." He then looked at Hector who was standing in the middle of the crowd. "Hector can hold the cash." He told them before looking at Jericho remembering that he had never specified that he bring money for the other racers. Still, he had enough pull. "Jericho can..."

"I can pay." Six cut him off and reached into his coat pocket and a wad of cash that was tied together. Like usual Dot was correct when she urged him to take some money with him; somehow, he expected that she looked pretty smug right about now.

As Jericho handed Hector the money, Dom looked at him questionably wondering where he got that sort of money from. While he was sure that the Army gave him his pension, was it really all that much where he could just throw away that sort of money; then again, he had brought some land outside the city and had enough to buy the Challenger meaning that he had to make his money somehow...question remained where?

He supposed it had nothing to do with him.

"Why Hector?!" A voice from the crowd asked.

"Because he's too fat to run away with the money, man." Edwin said making the crowd erupt with laughter, everyone aside from Six and Hector himself. The latter retorted with a sardonic laugh before his smile dropped and gave him a dull look.

"Alright." Dom smirked at the others. "Good luck." He added before he and the other drivers went to head back to their cars to drive to the actual race. However, before they could...

"Hey, hold up!" Brian called out as he pushed through the crowd holding onto a piece of paper. "I don't have any cash. But I do have the pink slip to my car."

"You can't just jump into the ring with Ali, because you think you box." Six heard Jesse state with a dirty look.

"He knows I can box!" Brian declared as he pointed at Vince who was now sporting bruises and bumps across his face and gritted his teeth at him. "So, check it out, it's like this. I lose, winner takes my car. But if I win, I take the cash and respect."

"The respect?" Dom looked amused as the others laughed at the blonde's proclamation.

"That's more important to some." Six spoke up gaining everyone's attention, making him a little self-conscience but didn't let it show. Sometimes it was better to respect someone than like them. You didn't get far in life trying to get someone to like you, furthermore it was a waste of time. You did your job and went home or moved onto the next assignment in his case...at least he did before he had been transported back to the twenty-first century.

"This your car?" Dom relented as he stared at the Eclipse that stood out among the other cars because of its bright green paint. When Brian nodded everyone huddled around it as Jesse popped the hood so that he and everyone else could get a look. When they did, they awed at modifications he had installed.

"I see a cool air intake. It's got a NOS fogger system and T4 Turbo, Dominic." Jesse said as he leaned over and inspected the engine. "I see an AIC controller; it has direct port nitrous injection..."

"And a standalone fuel management system." Dom noticed doing his own take of the engine. "Not a bad way to spend ten grand." As he looked at Brian.

"You see that shit?!" Edwin exclaimed as he pointed at the two large canisters at the back of the car. "He's got enough NOS to blow us all up, period."

"So, what do you say, am I worthy?" Brian ignored Edwin's comment and looked directly at Dom in anticipation waiting for his blessing.

"We don't know yet. But you're in." Dom stated before telling everyone to go to the usual place. Having no idea where that was, Six waited for the bulk of the street racers to leave and followed them and headed to the street where they would be racing.

Once he arrived, he saw that the people that weren't racing used their cars to form a perimeter to prevent anyone from interfering with the race, such as the Pizza Hut driver that was turned away by Leon who was sitting in his car and listening to the police scanner. Pulling up to the starting line, he joined Dom, Edwin, the guy in the white Honda, and Brian stopping in front of the orange line that had been spray-painted, though Brian miscalculated making the crowd laugh and jeer at him.

Brian felt his cheeks heat up as the crowed laughed at his rookie move. Quickly reversing and getting into position, he ignored the glare that Vince gave him, though it wasn't as effective as he wanted because of the bruises across his face. At first, he wondered if perhaps if he had done it when he had gotten a few shots in, but they looked fairly fresh.

"You're gonna win. I'm gonna win." Brian began to psych himself up for the big race before reaching into the back of the car and primed the NOS canisters that he had installed recently.

In the Mazda, Dom shook his head and wondered if letting the Buster take part in the race had been a good idea after seeing the rookie mistake; but he guessed he couldn't complain. In a few minutes he would be four grand better off, even if that nothing more than petty cash to him and have two new cars to add to his collection. Although, it was only the Challenger that he wanted. But he was sure that his team could find something to do with the Mitsubishi.

Grabbing the remote that was laying between the seats, Dom pressed the power button turning on the stereo and blasting music out through the speakers in the trunk. As the crowd got pumped up hearing the music, he pulled the strap on the passenger seat and lifted the cushion to reveal four small canisters of NOS and primed them.

Swaying her hips as she walked up to Edwin's car drawing the attention of the crowed that wolf-whistled her, which she seemed to appreciate if her smirk was any indication, was a young woman. She had dyed red hair, bright blue eyes, and wearing scanty clothing that consisted of a tight white vest that hugged her figure and low enough to show off her breasts, and tight jean shorts.

"Edwin." The redhead purred libidinously as she leaned into the car making her shirt stretch allowing him to get a generous look of her breasts. Grabbing his hand, she pressed against her right breast and squeezed it with his hand. "This is yours, whether you win or lose." She told him as she moved his thumb across her nipple and began rubbing it making it harden. "But if you win, you get her too." She said as she looked at her friend in the crowd who blew him a kiss making him smirk.

While everyone else was either preparing their nitrous, watching a swaying backside through the side mirror, or blasting music, Six kept himself composed as he waited patiently for the race to begin. All he wanted was to get the race over and done with so that he could get the hell out of there and never be forced to show his face there again.

The racing scene had no appeal to him, not when there were more pressing matters to attend too. Every second he wasted galivanting around instead of patrolling the city like he had been doing for the last year meant more innocent lives would be lost because of the criminals that plagued Los Angeles; and right now he felt like a hypocrite. God, he just wanted to get this race over and done with and far away from these people as he could.

"If you stare any harder, you're gonna break the glass." Letty quipped pulling Mia from her thoughts as they both sat on the hood of her car as they both waited for the race to begin.

"Sorry." Mia apologised as she tore her eyes away from the black tinted windows of the Challenger. "I was just thinking was all."

"About tall, dark, and handsome?" Letty asked nonchalantly as she folded her arms over her chest growing impatient with how long it was taking to start. "Colour me shocked." she rolled her eyes playfully at Mia's little crush on soldier boy.

"I never said I was thinking about Jericho." Mia retorted before groaning when she caught her slipup.

"Nor did I." Letty looked smug as she looked at her friend.

"He didn't look happy to be here." Mia remarked softly as she looked back at the Challenger that was closest to her. Unlike the other racers that were blasting out music or revving their engines, Jericho was sitting their silently like how he was back at the store; the only sign that someone was in the car was that the lights were on.

"How can you tell?" The Latina snorted as she too looked at the Challenger. "From what I've seen brooding or being a smartass is his normal look."

"Well, I agree about him being a smartass." Mia concurred with Letty recalling the brief conversation she had with Jericho earlier that day. "But he has a reason for being grumpy." She said as she her mind went back to the profile that Jesse had discovered that highlighted the numerous tragedies he and gone through.

"I never said grumpy, but whatever." Letty shrugged indifferently. "And to think all this could have been avoid if Vince had actually used his brain for once. Instead, he tangled with one of the deadliest people in the city, possibly in America."

"Will you drop it already?" Vince growled at her as he stood off at the side. "How the fuck was I supposed to know he was Special Forces?"

"Um, did you get a look at him?" Letty mocked as she gave him a sharp look. "Or were you too busy trying to intimidate him, which failed spectacularly, because you were worried that he was trying to get in Mia's pants?" She challenged ignoring that look at Mia sent her. "Worse, that she probably would have let him."

"Excuse me?!"

"Don't deny it, girl." Letty rolled her eyes at the red-faced Mia. "We all saw the way you were practically undressing him with your eyes when we arrived."

"How was I?"

"Well, naturally with your eyes." Letty stated like it was obvious, making Mia roll her eyes playfully. "Not that I blame you, big guy is hot. I'm just worried that if his schlong is as big as the rest of him then he's gonna split you in half like an old piece of firewood."

"Urgh, I don't need to hear this." Vince groaned abhorred that he had to listen to the girls talk about how big Jericho might have been.

"I wouldn't worry, Vince. I hear some girls like a micro dick." Letty reassured Vince getting a glare from him. "Besides, I noticed you haven't said anything." she grinned at the blushing Mia. "And judging from those rosy cheeks of yours, you're thinking about it too."

"I've got a 187 in Glendale." Thankfully, Mia was saved from her embarrassment when she and the others heard Leon, who was sitting in his car and listening to the police scanner, speak into his walkie talkie. "Cops are all over it, we're good to go."

"About fucking time." The Latina grumbled growing impatient with how long the race was taking the start. "I'm looking forward to getting my hands on that Challenger." she said as she eyed the black muscle car hungrily as Hector walked in front of the starting line.

"That's if Dom doesn't let Jericho keep it." Mia remarked as she too eagerly waited for the race to begin.

"Don't see why he should." Mia heard Vince muttered under his breath which she promptly ignored as she watched as Hector raised both his hands in the air and held them there for dramatic effect as the cars began revving their engines making flames from the exhaust; everyone except for Jericho who was sitting there like he was waiting in traffic.

While she knew that he was only there because Dom and Letty had essentially ganged up on him, she thought that maybe the adrenaline and the ambience would get him into the mood and yet he was just sitting there. Even Brian was getting into the spirit of things, granted that might have been because he had a genuine interest in street racing considering all the work he had done to his Eclipse whereas Jericho did not.

Perhaps it was because he knew that his car would not be able to keep up with the others and so didn't want to embarrass himself in front of everyone.

"GO!"

Mia's assumption was shattered as a resounding roar came from the Challenger drowning out the rest of the cars present, followed by smoke from the back wheels as they spun on the concrete from the sheer amount of torque it possessed as it pulled away from the startling line leaving the others behind it and making the crowd go wild as they burst into cheer.

"Fuck me!" Letty laughed as she and the rest of the crowd watched in stupefaction as Jericho took off from the starting line. "That thing is an absolute beast!"

"Hmm, seems Jericho is full of surprises." Mia smiled coquettishly as she along with the rest of the crowd stared at the taillights of the Dodge Challenger.

"He's put in some serious manhours into that car." Jesse voiced as he came over to stand next to others.

"Sure, it's got acceleration but there is no way he is beating Dom." Vince asserted as he folded his arms over his chest.

"He's got a point." Letty concurred with Vince as she continued to sit on the hood of her Nissan. "This is a drag race, meaning it's only a matter of time until Dom passes him...and I get to have that beast for myself." She stated having complete faith in her boyfriend. Only one person had come close to beating him and Jakob hadn't been seen for years.

"I'm really hoping you're talking about the car." Mia implored as she made a face.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"No, I really wouldn't, that's why I asked."

Within five seconds, Six had already hit eighty miles per hour and quickly picking up speed as he sped away from the startling line and down the closed off street. While he had no desire of doing this again, that didn't mean that he was simply going to throw the race...not since it would mean that he would lose his Challenger to Dom and be forced to hand it over.

And that was something he couldn't do. Not with all the modifications he had integrated and the engine he had installed that was centuries ahead of anything that should've been possible in that era. Furthermore, there was also the fact that all of his vehicles ran on hydrogen, as did all human vehicles in the twenty-sixth century having long replaced fossil fuels.

But his true motive for refusing to throw the race...he didn't like to lose. It was that competitive edge that had always been a driving factor in his life. Maybe it was ego, or perhaps even hubris, but it had been that drive that had pushed him to be the best, to outshine the other members of Beta Company enough that he would gain Ackerson's attention...and what had birthed his lone wolf mentality.

Looking at the rear-view mirror, Six saw Dom was in second, followed by Edwin, the guy driving the white Honda whose name he didn't catch, and finally Brian at the back who he had noted had struggled to control his car when he had pulled away. With each second the past they grew further and further away until he could only see dots in the distance.

"Damn that guys fast." Danny Yamato, the driver of the white 1993 Honda Civic Coupe commented as he watched as the new guy pulled off ahead of everyone, even Dom, and showed no signs of slowing down anytime soon. He suddenly looked to the left when he saw the Eclipse come speeding past him.

Dom would be lying if he said that he wasn't somewhat impressed with the Challenger. He never thought that Jericho of all people would be the sort to work on his car yet judging from how it had accelerated off the startling line and how it was still up and front. Still, he wasn't worried. He had done this a thousand times before and this race would be no different.

Besides, it was only a matter of time until the Challenger hit its top speed which he knew was only a hundred and forty-six miles per hour. A pit formed in his stomach as he watched as Jericho double-clutched and began to pull ahead ever more, worrying Dom. His entire stance changed from his typical laidback style as he sat up straighter and placed both hands on the wheel.

Peering down at his speedometer, Dom suddenly felt tense when he saw that he alone had reached a hundred and forty and was still struggling to keep up with Jericho. Seeing the finishing line in sight and refusing to lose to a rookie and have his title and the perks that came with it stolen from him, and seeing the buster overtaking him, he finally he reached his breaking point.

Pulling out the cigar lighter, Dom pressed the button and was pushed back into his seat as he fired all four NOS canisters giving him a burst of speed.

Hitting a hundred and eighty-five, Six peered into the rear-view mirror, he watched as Brian gunned it down the street passing Edwin, the guy in the Honda, and closing in on Dom; that NOS really seemed to bridge the gap. However, the moment that he reached him, he saw sparks coming from the bottom of his car meaning that he most likely blew the welds or rivets holding the floor plate together, no doubt from either poor maintenance or pushing his Eclipse too hard.

Followed by Dom overtaking him when he got a sudden burst of speed; again, NOS really seemed to make all the difference.

Eyes forward, Six blasted past the street racers that were at the end of the street and cheering him on. In many ways it reminded him of the battle of New Alexandrea when he had encountered the Troopers who had been elated to see a Spartan as a pack of Brutes descended on them. Looking down at the digital layout after he had converted from the conventional analogue, it read one hundred and ninety-five per hour just as he crossed the finish like making those present burst into cheer. (1)

Within ten seconds the race was over. Applying the brakes, rubber screeched as smoke generated as he slowed down much quicker than should have been possible thanks to his improved disk brakes, the same kind that were mounted onto the Warthog. When his speed dropped enough, he pulled the handbrake spinning the car around so that it was facing the oncoming racers before coming to a standstill.

Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, he waited patiently for Dom to cross the finishing line. Meanwhile the others didn't even bother crossing the finishing line when they saw that the race was over. As Dom approached him, Six lowered his window allowing him to see him.

"The hell you got underneath that hood?" Dom grilled as he pulled up beside the Spartan.

"An engine."

"Not a V8 though, is it?"

"Never said it was." Six countered coolly as Dom resorted to simply stare at him to such a degree that he wondered if he was about to have another fight on his hands.

"No, I guess you didn't." Dom laughed as he rubbed his forehead with his hand having trouble believing what had just happened. "You were bluffing when you said you've never raced before, weren't you?"

"No."

"That was really your first-time racing?" Dom asked sceptically after having his ass thrashed; there was no way he was a rookie. When he nodded he continued. "You serious?"

"I did warn you."

"So you did." Dom sighed; hindsight really was a bitch. "Guess that's what I get for underestimating you. C'mon, let's go see your adoring fans." He said before he circled around the Dodge and headed back to the starting line.

"Let's get this over with." The Spartan-III commando thought to himself as he followed Dom and passed the smoking Mitsubishi that from the looks of it had overheated during the race and stalled judging by how it was chugging, but luckily for him was still drivable since he was slowly turning around to head back to the start after the Honda and Edwin had turned back already.

As they reached the startling line, Six watched as the crowd swarmed Dom and surrounded him as soon as he got out and greeted by his adoring fans who came to congratulate the King of the Streets for yet another victory; apparently not being able to see who won from where they were standing.

If he had it his way then he had no problem letting Dom tell everyone that he had won; the less attention on him the better. Besides, he had no intention of doing this again any time soon.

"Come on. Come on. Back up!" Hector shouted as he pushed his way through the crowd and grinned at Dom as he held the wad of cash for him. "Here is what you won, right here." He said slapping the cash into his hand. "You were racing a bunch of skateboards, know what I mean?" he continued as Dom looked down at cash before giving him a thin smile.

"Actually," Dom began to say as he looked in the direction where Jericho was getting out of his car. "I didn't win anything." He confessed as murmurs went through the crowd as everyone stared at the scarred man as they slowly, if begrudgingly, put the pieces together.

"Wait...you lost?" Hector questioned slowly trying to wrap his head around what he and everyone else were hearing. "I must be dreaming. Someone pinch me."

"The Kings gotta lose some time." Dom stated holding the money and walked over to where Jericho was standing. "And I know we had a deal, but you owe me a rematch so I can win my car and pride back" he said as he handed the cash over. Meanwhile the crowd torn between refusing to believe that Dom had lost to a nobody and wondering what this secret deal was.

"No promises." Six replied as he shook Dom's hand.

While Dom and Jericho were shaking hands, Letty, Vince, Jesse, and Mia were standing off by the side slack-jawed when they heard straight from the horse's mouth that Dom had lost, actually lost a race. It was inconceivable, yet somehow

"He lost?" Jesse mumbled numbly having trouble accepting what he was hearing. "How? Dom never loses."

"Okay, what the fuck has he got under that hood?" Vince scowled folding his arms over his chest.

"Someone sounds jealous."

"Nah, he's right." Jesse agreed with Vince cutting Letty off. "We all saw how that thing took off. No way that's just fine tuning. I reckon he's done a full engine conversion...I don't recall seeing any NOS either."

"Jericho really seems to be a Jack of all trades." Mia commented with a soft smile as she watched as Dom and Jericho spoke between the Challenger and Mazda; well, that was being generous, Dom was doing most of if not all the talking.

"Keep it in your pants, Mia." Letty rolled her at Mia's obvious attraction to Gigantor.

"Put a sock in it."

"I've got a better idea. How about you take that sock and put it over the door that way we won't disturb you both." Letty said with a suggestive grin. "Although, with the screaming we'll no doubt..."

"I have a little more class than that." Mia informed her, even if privately she wouldn't have been against seeing him without his shirt on. "I'm not just gonna sleep with someone I've only known for a few hours." she stated firmly. "Even if he is cute."

"Well, you better be quick." Letty advised her. "Because it seems like you've got some competition." She said indicating to all the attention he was getting from the women that were eying him like a piece of meat. "And it's unlikely that you're ever gonna see him again after tonight considering the deal him and Dom made."

"Good riddance."

"No one asked you, Vince!"

Before Mia could say anything else, or Vince could retort, the sound of a chugging engine was heard. Looking in the direction where the noise was coming from, they all saw the smoking Eclipse heading their way and stopped between the Challenger and the Mazda. Opening the door and climbing out, he was surrounded by the crowd that either looking at with pity or pointing and laughing at him; albeit it did nothing to dampen his spirits as he smiled back.

"Was that fun?" Jesse asked mockingly as he came up to the front of the Eclipse and popped the hood resulting in the smoke being freed and covering the crowd making them cough and gag. Once it was cleared, they all laughed and pointed at Brian who's smile fell a little bit but not much.

"What the hell are you smiling about?" Dom asked shaking his head, his tone relaying exactly how he was feeling after his loss against Jericho, as he stared at Brian.

"Dude, I almost had you." Brian declared pointing at Dom who looked torn between looking insulted and amused.

"You nearly had me? You never had me; you didn't even have your car!" Dom told him making the crowd burst into tears as they laughed at Brian making his smile fade as he began to get roasted. "Granny-shifting, not double shifting like you should. You're lucky that hundred shot of NOS didn't blow the welds on the intake." he remarked as he began circling the Eclipse.

"But thank god it won't be me that has to rip this block open and replace the firing pistons that you fired." Dom continued to lecture Brian before looking over at Jericho who was unreadable as always as he stared back, those cold blue eyes peering into his soul. "If I were you, I would strip apart whatever is salvageable and scrap the rest." He said as he closed the hood then looked at Brian.

"Any racer. Any real racer will tell you. It doesn't matter if it's an inch or a mile. Winnings, winning." Dom declared before pointing at Jericho. "And tonight, he won." He finished making the crowd cheer loudly and giving the Spartan a standing ovation, much to his displeasure if the tightening of his jaw was any indication.

As the crowd continued to cheer, Six picked that moment to withdraw and headed back to his car without a word, missing the look that Dom, Letty, Mia, and Jesse sent him as they watched him walk away, feeling sympathetic for the man after learning of his tragic past and in many ways feeling like they had known him for years rather than mere hours.

"Jericho!" As he tried to make his speedy getaway, Six sighed when he heard Dom calling out to him. Turning around, he saw Dom walking over to him. "Where you off too?"

"Home." The Spartan-III commando told him bluntly.

"You know, it's pretty much tradition around here to come back to my place after the race for a drink." Dom stated as he reached him.

"No thanks."

"C'mon, not even one drink?"

"No."

"Fine, forget the drink." Dom said seeing that he wasn't interested. "How about we find you a pretty girl instead? Being King of the Streets, you pretty much have your pick of the litter." true to his word just about every female there was eying the Spartan hungrily making him a little uncomfortable, it reminded him too much of Brutes staring voraciously at humans as they went to devour them alive.

"Not interested in a pretty girl."

"A pretty guy?" Dom asked carefully, although it would certainly make sense why he showed no interest in any of the girls that were lusting after him...you'd have to be blind not to see it.

"That either."

Jesus, he was hard work, Dom thought to himself. He couldn't help but feel that he was talking to a machine rather than a man with the way he acted and articulated. Dom quickly reminded himself that after all the crap he had been through, the time he had spent in the army that he was bound to be a little robotic when it came to interacting with people outside of the military, then there was his whole PTSD he suffered with...

Before anything else could be said, Leon's voice suddenly called out through the crowd gaining everyone's attention.

"Oh, shit! Cops! Cops! We've got cops!" He shouted just as sirens were heard making everyone panic as a swarm of squad cars came racing around the corner and tried to box them all in, before all hell broke loose.

And cut! well, here is the next chapter for The Furious Wolf. I was planning on writing Six meeting Johnny Tran this chapter too, but I really wanted to get this out for Christmas. Next chapter the two will meet though, I promise.

1) In Forza Horizon 5, with the right upgrades and weight distributions, the Dodge Challenger can have a max speed of 256 miles per hour, so with a hydrogen engine and technology from the twenty-sixth century I don't see why Six's Challenger can't match that.

That's pretty much it. Let me know what you all thought and have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!