Chapter 4
"Hey Harry. How's it goin'?" Brian asked as he walked into 'The Racers Edge'. He looked around and noticed that he was the only one in the shop. "Brian.Long time, no see." He leaned over the counter and shook Brian's hand. "Nah I'm good. Heard what went down with you and Toretto. How you dealin'?" He was standing behind the counter with a few catalogues open in front of him. He pushed them to the side. "Not bad. I'm fixin' up ma car", a clearly confused and happy-shocked expression came over his face. Brian knew what the next question was. "What car. The Eclipse?" he half laughed-half shrieked. Brian nodded his head slightly. "Yeah man. I know!" Brian replied as he laughed and looked briefly at the floor. "But if I can get it up and racin again, I can start makin some serious money". Harry nodded his head as Brian explained. "So this ain't a friendly call!" he concluded with a smirk. "Fraid not. Purely business!" Brian agreed. They spoke for a while about some new racers on the scene, but from what the two of them had heard, they weren't up to much. Talk over, they got to business. "So what ya need? I take it, it wont be a few simple parts". "Nope. Got ma list. You ready?" Brian asked as he eyed the computer, he knew the drill. Harry called up the section on Mitsubishi's and looked back at Brian. "Shoot " he said. "OK, I'm gonna need a HotShot Exhaust System, a DIS Type Intake Extreme 20g, an APEC front mount intercooler, an extreme O2 eliminator with trial waste gate, a ported head with IG cams, ARP headstuds, a ported exhaust manifold" Brian continued to rattle off the parts necessary for getting the car running. He had decided to leave accessories, paintwork, and most of the interior till last. Harry expertly took down the parts on his computer. A couple of minutes, and a few thousand dollars later, the two men sighed and looked at each other. "That all for now man? I mean you may as well take the rest of the shop with you, you've nearly cleared out ma warehouse back there". Brian laughed out loud, as Harry nodded towards the back of the shop. "That's it. I'll be back in a few weeks to get the other parts though". "It's all good for me man". He was making money for God's sake. "How do ya want to pay for this lot?" He got down to business. "Put it on ma tab. Once I'm racing, I'll pay the cash." He had it all planned out. "Sure." Although it wasn't cash, he knew Brian was good for it. Toretto had taught him to drive, and with these parts on top of that, he would have one very hot car. With that both guys went round to the warehouse at the back of the shop, leaving the Chinese shop assistant to mind the shop.
Two hours, and seven car trips later, Brian finally had the new parts locked away in his garage. He had decided to start as early as possible in the morning, havin already stripped down the old engine and burnt bodywork as much as could be done.. Edwin and Hector had gotten some of their crew together and pitched in. They'd be there tomorrow at 10am to help put the car together. They'd figured that with all 10 guys working on it, Brian's car could be finished and racing again in 5-6 weeks. He had just fell onto the sofa when his phone rang. Reaching into the back pocket of his jeans, he flipped open the phone and took the call. "Yo snowman, it's Hector dude" he shouted into the phone. Brian heard the engine's reving, the squeal of tires, and the loud music and knew that Hector was at Race Wars. "Hey Hector, what ya doin?" "Nothing much, that's the problem. I just made 4 large racing a rich kid in daddy's car. No match for me, but it's easy money!" "I can help ya out there. Wait a month and I'll give you a run for your money." "Sure man, whatever you say. Just keep talking" both guys sniggered over the phone, knowing fine well that Brian's car would beat nearly any car. "You still want us round about 10 tomorrow?" "Yeah, I want a good days work to get us started. Sittin in this apartment doesn't do it for me the same as racing does!" he said. "Well we'll be there. You needin us to bring anything?"
"Nah, man. I got everything we'll need here." The guys continued speaking about that night's action and what was goin down. Everyone plainly missed Toretto coz now there was nobody to really challenge. Nowadays winners came and went on the same night, but Toretto had been King for years. People got excited about racin Toretto, thinking that they could win him, but nobody had come as close as Brian. After about 15 minutes, they hung up. Brian contemplated staying in, but he got up, grabbed the keys to his old truck and headed down to 'Cha Cha Cha', where he'd taken Mia for their first date. As he turned down the highway, he said aloud and to himself, "Damn I miss you Mia".
"Leon, you got anything more on Tyler or his crew yet?" Dom asked as he walked towards Leon, who was tuning Mia's Acura, with a Corona in his hand. He had asked Leon to do a background check, thinking there was more to these guys than met the eye. Leon put down his cigarette and wiped his hands on an old rag. "Erm, yes." He said looking down into the engine bay. "Come on in and I'll show you". They headed into the room at the back of the garage, and Leon sat down at the computer. Dom leaned over his shoulder, placing his hand on the table. "OK" Leon said slowly as he navigated his way around Tyler's history. "He's done time for drug dealing and possession". He paused whilst searching for more. Dom's eyes rolled over the screen and he stood up straight, crossing his massive arms across his bulking form. "Drug trafficking". He paused again for another couple of seconds. "Plus he's put a couple of guys in hospital", Leon looked nervous at what he was about to say. "That's all I got man. Jesse is the" he trailed off "was the one for this kinda stuff". Dom looked at the floor and took a deep breath, before looking back at Leon. "OK, Leon, that's all I need to know. Now I gotta find out why he's here. He sure ain't here for the racing". He turned and left the office, Leon getting up quickly and running after him. "V, Leon. Let's go". The two guys looked at each other to see if they knew what the hell was going on. The three guys headed for Leon's Skyline. They got in with Vince in the back, Leon driving, and Dom in the passenger seat. The car pulled away and Jesse headed down the street.
About half an hour later, the yellow Skyline pulled up at a small house. It had a red roof, with creamy coloured walls and a couple of panes of glass in the window had been broken. The guys walked up the drive and Dom knocked on the faded wooden door. A Mexican guy opened the door. He was roughly 6'0 tall with short brown hair, which had been spiked up with gel, and his skin was well tanned from the sun, despite having light brown skin. He wore black cargo trousers with a white sweatshirt. A look of familiarisation came over his face. "Dom, how ya living amigo?" A smile spread across his face as he and Dom touched fists. "What brings you down to Tijaero?" "Truthfully. Not so good Chris. I need your help bro!" "Anythin man. I owe you!" Dom had stopped a gang of thugs from taking Chris's car. There had been one of him, and five of them. When they'd seen Dom's muscular form tensing up, and his deep voice threatening therm, they'd cleared out fast. Nothing but a bunch of kids. Chris was keen to return the favour. He was the guy who knew almost everything about everyone who was racin on 'the Strip'. "I got one word for ya: Tyler". "Ah, dude. You looking for something to use against him? Heard you two ave been fighting again!!" "Yeah, I don't like the look of him. Heard of the shit he used to be into. He's been harassing Mia, and hangin round her, and I aint letting him near her. You know". Chris knew how protective he was over his sister and his team. He knew not to mess with him now he was serious. "Come on in Dom. Vince, Leon, you guys too". Vince and Leon nodded at him, and followed Dom and Chris into the house. It was quite roomy inside and Chris had the TV on a music station. He turned it off and sat down. He motioned the others to make themselves comfy. He turned to Dom. "I know a bit about this guy. Got some information from my contact in Boston." Dom noticed that he was very nervous as his voice was shaking. "Cant say he's well liked. He's not my favorite guy either Dominic. I'll tell you what I know, but it didn't come from me. Comprendez?" Dom nodded in agreement.
"Hey Harry. How's it goin'?" Brian asked as he walked into 'The Racers Edge'. He looked around and noticed that he was the only one in the shop. "Brian.Long time, no see." He leaned over the counter and shook Brian's hand. "Nah I'm good. Heard what went down with you and Toretto. How you dealin'?" He was standing behind the counter with a few catalogues open in front of him. He pushed them to the side. "Not bad. I'm fixin' up ma car", a clearly confused and happy-shocked expression came over his face. Brian knew what the next question was. "What car. The Eclipse?" he half laughed-half shrieked. Brian nodded his head slightly. "Yeah man. I know!" Brian replied as he laughed and looked briefly at the floor. "But if I can get it up and racin again, I can start makin some serious money". Harry nodded his head as Brian explained. "So this ain't a friendly call!" he concluded with a smirk. "Fraid not. Purely business!" Brian agreed. They spoke for a while about some new racers on the scene, but from what the two of them had heard, they weren't up to much. Talk over, they got to business. "So what ya need? I take it, it wont be a few simple parts". "Nope. Got ma list. You ready?" Brian asked as he eyed the computer, he knew the drill. Harry called up the section on Mitsubishi's and looked back at Brian. "Shoot " he said. "OK, I'm gonna need a HotShot Exhaust System, a DIS Type Intake Extreme 20g, an APEC front mount intercooler, an extreme O2 eliminator with trial waste gate, a ported head with IG cams, ARP headstuds, a ported exhaust manifold" Brian continued to rattle off the parts necessary for getting the car running. He had decided to leave accessories, paintwork, and most of the interior till last. Harry expertly took down the parts on his computer. A couple of minutes, and a few thousand dollars later, the two men sighed and looked at each other. "That all for now man? I mean you may as well take the rest of the shop with you, you've nearly cleared out ma warehouse back there". Brian laughed out loud, as Harry nodded towards the back of the shop. "That's it. I'll be back in a few weeks to get the other parts though". "It's all good for me man". He was making money for God's sake. "How do ya want to pay for this lot?" He got down to business. "Put it on ma tab. Once I'm racing, I'll pay the cash." He had it all planned out. "Sure." Although it wasn't cash, he knew Brian was good for it. Toretto had taught him to drive, and with these parts on top of that, he would have one very hot car. With that both guys went round to the warehouse at the back of the shop, leaving the Chinese shop assistant to mind the shop.
Two hours, and seven car trips later, Brian finally had the new parts locked away in his garage. He had decided to start as early as possible in the morning, havin already stripped down the old engine and burnt bodywork as much as could be done.. Edwin and Hector had gotten some of their crew together and pitched in. They'd be there tomorrow at 10am to help put the car together. They'd figured that with all 10 guys working on it, Brian's car could be finished and racing again in 5-6 weeks. He had just fell onto the sofa when his phone rang. Reaching into the back pocket of his jeans, he flipped open the phone and took the call. "Yo snowman, it's Hector dude" he shouted into the phone. Brian heard the engine's reving, the squeal of tires, and the loud music and knew that Hector was at Race Wars. "Hey Hector, what ya doin?" "Nothing much, that's the problem. I just made 4 large racing a rich kid in daddy's car. No match for me, but it's easy money!" "I can help ya out there. Wait a month and I'll give you a run for your money." "Sure man, whatever you say. Just keep talking" both guys sniggered over the phone, knowing fine well that Brian's car would beat nearly any car. "You still want us round about 10 tomorrow?" "Yeah, I want a good days work to get us started. Sittin in this apartment doesn't do it for me the same as racing does!" he said. "Well we'll be there. You needin us to bring anything?"
"Nah, man. I got everything we'll need here." The guys continued speaking about that night's action and what was goin down. Everyone plainly missed Toretto coz now there was nobody to really challenge. Nowadays winners came and went on the same night, but Toretto had been King for years. People got excited about racin Toretto, thinking that they could win him, but nobody had come as close as Brian. After about 15 minutes, they hung up. Brian contemplated staying in, but he got up, grabbed the keys to his old truck and headed down to 'Cha Cha Cha', where he'd taken Mia for their first date. As he turned down the highway, he said aloud and to himself, "Damn I miss you Mia".
"Leon, you got anything more on Tyler or his crew yet?" Dom asked as he walked towards Leon, who was tuning Mia's Acura, with a Corona in his hand. He had asked Leon to do a background check, thinking there was more to these guys than met the eye. Leon put down his cigarette and wiped his hands on an old rag. "Erm, yes." He said looking down into the engine bay. "Come on in and I'll show you". They headed into the room at the back of the garage, and Leon sat down at the computer. Dom leaned over his shoulder, placing his hand on the table. "OK" Leon said slowly as he navigated his way around Tyler's history. "He's done time for drug dealing and possession". He paused whilst searching for more. Dom's eyes rolled over the screen and he stood up straight, crossing his massive arms across his bulking form. "Drug trafficking". He paused again for another couple of seconds. "Plus he's put a couple of guys in hospital", Leon looked nervous at what he was about to say. "That's all I got man. Jesse is the" he trailed off "was the one for this kinda stuff". Dom looked at the floor and took a deep breath, before looking back at Leon. "OK, Leon, that's all I need to know. Now I gotta find out why he's here. He sure ain't here for the racing". He turned and left the office, Leon getting up quickly and running after him. "V, Leon. Let's go". The two guys looked at each other to see if they knew what the hell was going on. The three guys headed for Leon's Skyline. They got in with Vince in the back, Leon driving, and Dom in the passenger seat. The car pulled away and Jesse headed down the street.
About half an hour later, the yellow Skyline pulled up at a small house. It had a red roof, with creamy coloured walls and a couple of panes of glass in the window had been broken. The guys walked up the drive and Dom knocked on the faded wooden door. A Mexican guy opened the door. He was roughly 6'0 tall with short brown hair, which had been spiked up with gel, and his skin was well tanned from the sun, despite having light brown skin. He wore black cargo trousers with a white sweatshirt. A look of familiarisation came over his face. "Dom, how ya living amigo?" A smile spread across his face as he and Dom touched fists. "What brings you down to Tijaero?" "Truthfully. Not so good Chris. I need your help bro!" "Anythin man. I owe you!" Dom had stopped a gang of thugs from taking Chris's car. There had been one of him, and five of them. When they'd seen Dom's muscular form tensing up, and his deep voice threatening therm, they'd cleared out fast. Nothing but a bunch of kids. Chris was keen to return the favour. He was the guy who knew almost everything about everyone who was racin on 'the Strip'. "I got one word for ya: Tyler". "Ah, dude. You looking for something to use against him? Heard you two ave been fighting again!!" "Yeah, I don't like the look of him. Heard of the shit he used to be into. He's been harassing Mia, and hangin round her, and I aint letting him near her. You know". Chris knew how protective he was over his sister and his team. He knew not to mess with him now he was serious. "Come on in Dom. Vince, Leon, you guys too". Vince and Leon nodded at him, and followed Dom and Chris into the house. It was quite roomy inside and Chris had the TV on a music station. He turned it off and sat down. He motioned the others to make themselves comfy. He turned to Dom. "I know a bit about this guy. Got some information from my contact in Boston." Dom noticed that he was very nervous as his voice was shaking. "Cant say he's well liked. He's not my favorite guy either Dominic. I'll tell you what I know, but it didn't come from me. Comprendez?" Dom nodded in agreement.
