Brian "Hold on one second.
Hey, Dom. Is that the guy you saw
in the favela?"
dom "Yeah."
Brian Hobbs is the leader of the
elite task force for the DSS.
So he's good. When the FBI wants to find somebody, that's who they call. Because he never misses his mark. This guy is Old Testament.
Blood, bullets, the wrath of God. That's his style. And right now,
he's hunting us? So, Dom, we got to move up our timeline."
ROME "Yeah, but how?
This thing's already been difficult
without Wyatt Earp on our asses.
If Anything, we need more room to breathe."
Brian "Roman's right.
Think we need to get some fresh air."
Hobb "We've got a hit. 70s Charger. Let's get a move on!
Eastbound on Avenida Atlantica.
Move, move, move, move! Finally, it stopped about a block ahead.
Park it. We're going on foot.
Hey, Toretto. You're under arrest."
Dom "Arrest? I don't feel like
I'm under arrest. How about you,
Brian? No, not a bit. Not even a little bit."
Hobbs "Just give it a minute. It'll sink in."
BRIAN: "We didn't kill those feds. That was Reyes."
HOBBS: "I don't give a crap. I'm just here to bring in two buttheads whose names hit my desk."
Brian "Yeah that sounds like a real hero."
Hobbs "That's funny. From a guy who took the oath of a cop, then went against Everything it stood for. Or some wannabe
rigid guy prick who beat a man half to death with a socket wrench.
Yeah, real tough. You turn around and put your hands behind your back."
Dom "I don't think so."
Hobbs "Your mistake is thinking you got a goddamn choice, boy."
Dom "And your mistake? Thinking you're in America. You're a long way from home. This is Brazil."
"Come on, boss—another day.
Come on, H, it's a lot of heat. I'll see you soon, Toretto."
Dom "I look forward to it, cop.
Yep."
Tej "Trackers on. Got them.
I don't understand. Why come here? Why risk it all for $20 worth of silver?"
end of chapter 16