Chapter 3
"Fuck off Niko. I mean it" Tyler warned. "All I'm sayin is that the load can't stay here. It's too risky. If the cops get wind of this, were gone. I mean, for life Ty". Niko sounded worried and frustrated. Tyler grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and nearly lifted him off the ground. His ebony eyes flashed with anger and Niko raised his hands to show he had backed down. "Stay out of it. I'm gonna deal with it today, aight!" Tyler released Niko from his tight grasp. "What about the girls? What about Carlos and Flaco?" Niko asked in a defensive way. "They'll be OK. They can take care of themselves well enough" he turned and walked away from him. He held his stomach as he walked. The three days of rest following the fight healed his wounds, but his muscles still ached. "Damn that Toretto could pack a punch," he thought to himself.
"Cat, Nisa, grab the gear. Were goin to sort out Tommy. NOW!!" he ordered. It was clear that he was the guy in charge, as the girls dropped everything they were doin, and did as they were told. They followed Tyler and Niko out to the cars with backpacks slung over their shoulders. Cat was first to climb into her car. It was a yellow Honda Civic with blue curves along the side and across the hood. She threw the bag onto the passenger seat and started the engine. She looked out over the steering wheel and watched the others. Nisa, who considered Tyler 'her man' got into the passenger seat of his Mitsubishi Evo and pulled the bag onto her knees. It was a silver Evo with a black and purple wolf graphic along the side of it. As he closed the door, she looked at him, fear evident in her eyes. "You sure ya know what yar doing Ty?" she asked uncertainly. "If I'm not, I've got it covered." He lifted his black T-Shirt to show her the 9mm gun, which was lodged between his belt and jeans. Seeing this, she turned pale. He only carried the gun when he thought he would use it, and when they had a pick-up. "That ain't goin to bring nothing but trouble Ty, and you know it" "Yeah, but I'll use it if I have to Nisa". Niko had knelt down to look below the car. "We got out of Boston two years ago, and he still checks before drivin" Nisa pointed out. "Yeah" Tyler replied disappointedly. Satisfied that it was clean, Niko slid into his Honda Civic Coupe, which was white with a black hood. It had grayscale Tanabe graphics on the sides. Carlos had split after the fight and went back to his apartment with some racer chaser. Immediately after Tyler drove away from the sidewalk, the other followed in single file.
They had been driving for about 45 minutes and all Cat had been thinking about was knocking Letty the fuck out. "Who'd she think she was dissin my car. Didn't have the guts to race me, never mind fight me." Truth was, Letty had wanted a piece of her more than anyone she had ever fought before. One look at Cat had been enough to know that she was no match for Letty. She was shorter for one thing. She had very weak looking arms. Letty's first thought had been, "Nothing but a hard act put on for the crowd". But she wanted to fight her nonetheless for what she had said about Dom. But Dom had stopped her. "Next time she's at the Strip, I'll have her," Cat said to herself. Her thoughts were brought back to the job at hand and she slammed on the breaks to avoid slammin into the back of Niko's car. They all got out and stood beside their cars. Cat and Nisa at the back with Tyler and Niko in front of them. They faced a house that looked as if it had been abandoned for years.
"Yo Tommy" he shouted into the house. It was square with two windows which were almost fully boarded, with a small bit left visible at the top. "Come the fuck out here and bring my money wiv ya". A couple of seconds later, the door squealed open, and a tough, mean looking Chinese man walked down the steps and stood a few feet away from Tyler. He was around 5'6 with jet black hair, sideburns which stopped just below his ears, and a gagster- like face. He was about 28 years old. A couple of big brutes accompanied him. A mean looking smile spread across his face and his brow furrowed with it. His hands were slung into a pair of blue jeans and his small but built muscles could just be seen below his black tank top. "What ya after Tyler?" he got straight to the point. "My money. I got your stuff, hand the money over". There was a clear tension between the two guys and they kept their eyes fixed on one another. "Where's it stashed?" the smile faded and he became suddenly serious. "A storage lot. Got a taster for ya." He threw the bag at him, and he caught it square in the chest. He looked inside the bag and then back at Tyler. "When's the pick-up?" he asked keen to finish the conversation. "I aint pickin it up. Bring the gear to Alehandro's café on Saturday at 2am" he replied. Hours seem to pass by as the two guys observed on another. The girls and Niko just looked at one another and then at the ground, not daring to look Tommy in the eye. Finally Tyler broke the silence. "You have the money? And I mean all $200 grand of it!" he half yelled. Tyler was not gonna be ripped off so near the end of the run. "If the goods are there, then so will the money!" Tommy exclaimed. "Good, I'll see ya on Saturday then". Tyler turned and headed towards his Evo, with the gang following in behind him. "You think he's real man?" Niko asked once they were out of earshot. Tyler glanced back and watched as Tommy and his 'friends' headed back into the house. "For his sake, he'd better be. I'm tired of this shit. Two more drops and I'm clear. That's it. Two more. I ain't standing for no more of this bullshit".
"Fuck off Niko. I mean it" Tyler warned. "All I'm sayin is that the load can't stay here. It's too risky. If the cops get wind of this, were gone. I mean, for life Ty". Niko sounded worried and frustrated. Tyler grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and nearly lifted him off the ground. His ebony eyes flashed with anger and Niko raised his hands to show he had backed down. "Stay out of it. I'm gonna deal with it today, aight!" Tyler released Niko from his tight grasp. "What about the girls? What about Carlos and Flaco?" Niko asked in a defensive way. "They'll be OK. They can take care of themselves well enough" he turned and walked away from him. He held his stomach as he walked. The three days of rest following the fight healed his wounds, but his muscles still ached. "Damn that Toretto could pack a punch," he thought to himself.
"Cat, Nisa, grab the gear. Were goin to sort out Tommy. NOW!!" he ordered. It was clear that he was the guy in charge, as the girls dropped everything they were doin, and did as they were told. They followed Tyler and Niko out to the cars with backpacks slung over their shoulders. Cat was first to climb into her car. It was a yellow Honda Civic with blue curves along the side and across the hood. She threw the bag onto the passenger seat and started the engine. She looked out over the steering wheel and watched the others. Nisa, who considered Tyler 'her man' got into the passenger seat of his Mitsubishi Evo and pulled the bag onto her knees. It was a silver Evo with a black and purple wolf graphic along the side of it. As he closed the door, she looked at him, fear evident in her eyes. "You sure ya know what yar doing Ty?" she asked uncertainly. "If I'm not, I've got it covered." He lifted his black T-Shirt to show her the 9mm gun, which was lodged between his belt and jeans. Seeing this, she turned pale. He only carried the gun when he thought he would use it, and when they had a pick-up. "That ain't goin to bring nothing but trouble Ty, and you know it" "Yeah, but I'll use it if I have to Nisa". Niko had knelt down to look below the car. "We got out of Boston two years ago, and he still checks before drivin" Nisa pointed out. "Yeah" Tyler replied disappointedly. Satisfied that it was clean, Niko slid into his Honda Civic Coupe, which was white with a black hood. It had grayscale Tanabe graphics on the sides. Carlos had split after the fight and went back to his apartment with some racer chaser. Immediately after Tyler drove away from the sidewalk, the other followed in single file.
They had been driving for about 45 minutes and all Cat had been thinking about was knocking Letty the fuck out. "Who'd she think she was dissin my car. Didn't have the guts to race me, never mind fight me." Truth was, Letty had wanted a piece of her more than anyone she had ever fought before. One look at Cat had been enough to know that she was no match for Letty. She was shorter for one thing. She had very weak looking arms. Letty's first thought had been, "Nothing but a hard act put on for the crowd". But she wanted to fight her nonetheless for what she had said about Dom. But Dom had stopped her. "Next time she's at the Strip, I'll have her," Cat said to herself. Her thoughts were brought back to the job at hand and she slammed on the breaks to avoid slammin into the back of Niko's car. They all got out and stood beside their cars. Cat and Nisa at the back with Tyler and Niko in front of them. They faced a house that looked as if it had been abandoned for years.
"Yo Tommy" he shouted into the house. It was square with two windows which were almost fully boarded, with a small bit left visible at the top. "Come the fuck out here and bring my money wiv ya". A couple of seconds later, the door squealed open, and a tough, mean looking Chinese man walked down the steps and stood a few feet away from Tyler. He was around 5'6 with jet black hair, sideburns which stopped just below his ears, and a gagster- like face. He was about 28 years old. A couple of big brutes accompanied him. A mean looking smile spread across his face and his brow furrowed with it. His hands were slung into a pair of blue jeans and his small but built muscles could just be seen below his black tank top. "What ya after Tyler?" he got straight to the point. "My money. I got your stuff, hand the money over". There was a clear tension between the two guys and they kept their eyes fixed on one another. "Where's it stashed?" the smile faded and he became suddenly serious. "A storage lot. Got a taster for ya." He threw the bag at him, and he caught it square in the chest. He looked inside the bag and then back at Tyler. "When's the pick-up?" he asked keen to finish the conversation. "I aint pickin it up. Bring the gear to Alehandro's café on Saturday at 2am" he replied. Hours seem to pass by as the two guys observed on another. The girls and Niko just looked at one another and then at the ground, not daring to look Tommy in the eye. Finally Tyler broke the silence. "You have the money? And I mean all $200 grand of it!" he half yelled. Tyler was not gonna be ripped off so near the end of the run. "If the goods are there, then so will the money!" Tommy exclaimed. "Good, I'll see ya on Saturday then". Tyler turned and headed towards his Evo, with the gang following in behind him. "You think he's real man?" Niko asked once they were out of earshot. Tyler glanced back and watched as Tommy and his 'friends' headed back into the house. "For his sake, he'd better be. I'm tired of this shit. Two more drops and I'm clear. That's it. Two more. I ain't standing for no more of this bullshit".
