Kendall Kavenaugh sat in a tiny diner in Los Angeles deep in thought. She had been thinking of her father, the situation he had been faced with and his untimely death. Her eyes poured over the papers she had looking for the undercover agent that had put him in the prison where he had been murdered.

Kendall was twenty-two and all alone and on her own. Her father and her had lived on their own from the day she was born. Her mom had died giving birth to her. Her dad had done all he could to make her have a normal, happy life. He had done well until the undercover agent and the F.B.I. had wormed their way into their business.

Kendall sighed, memories flooring her of all that she recently had lost. All she had now was her car, her wits, and a ploy for revenge. It was a year since she had been tracking after this agent. It was the only thing that made her get up each morning. The cheap hotels, the hustling for cash, and the emotional pain was beginning to take it's toll on her. She longed for a home cooked meal, a real bed, and a place she could call home. She'd been living the life of a vagabond, something she wanted desperately to end.

Kendal sat and watched the other people eating, laughing, and interacting. A super-sized wave of loneliness hit her. If only she had friends, or even one friend, she though long fully to herself. It had been ages since she had watched a movie with someone, gone on a date, or anything that a normal 22 year old normally did. Sure, she raced and met people at races. At races, mainly she found skanks and egotistical guys. They could even become assholes when they had been beat by her. The ones who were dateable were already taken. She sighed yet again, wondering what hotel she would stay at tonight. She was sitting in this restaurant, her coffee cold. Knowing her time was up before she started getting dirty looks, she headed outside.

That's how bad her life was, she thought to herself. She couldn't even stay in a restaurant to long. She took out the last of her money, paid for her tab, and left her change for a tip. She walked outside to her baby, a midnight blue with silver flames Mitsubishi Spyder, and saw a pretty, dark haired girl looking at her car. The chick looked Latin and looked like a racer herself. It occurred to Kendall that maybe the girl might know where some races were, being it was an early Saturday evening.

"This yours?" The girl spoke with a raised eyebrow. Kendall forced herself not to be intimidated by her and cleared her throat.

"Yeah, it's mine. You a racer?" She asked as the Latin girl sized her up. Kendall was used to being sized up. She was petite and short, being only 5'4". She had flowing black hair with red streaks at the end and she had bright green eyes that sparkled. Her eyes, she thought, were her best assets. Her tan skin seemed to compliment her very well. She looked like Aaliyah, the R&B singer, of some sorts, although her descent was Native American and African American, making her skin appear a light creamy tan color.

"What's it to ya?" The girl asked, almost catty like and defensive. To Kendall, although the girl seemed to be a bitch, she thought that was the kind of a friend she would like. Not a girly girl or a preppy cheerleader kind of person. But then again, Kendall would be happy for any company.

"Look, I haven't ate for 3 days or slept much. I love my car, but I'm kinda tired of it. I just wanna find a race so I can make some cash." Kendall said. She figured laying it all on the table would be the only way to get this girl to tell her any information.

"Damn Chica. My name's Letty. And yeah, I know where the races are." Letty said coolly deciding to give this girl a break after all, she didn't look like typical racer skank. She was dressed in a pair of jeans with red flames on the front part of the legs, a red wife beater and her hair pulled back. As Letty got closer, she could see dark circles under her eyes, proving the girl was telling the truth.

"Can you give me an address then? You know, hook a girl up?" Kendall asked, a thin smile on her lips.

"Ok, answer me this. If you don't have money, how ya gonna race? Cause the boys don't play in L.A." Letty warned, leaning back on her car, arms folded.

"Racers don't play. I know this. I've got my slip. It's all I got. If I loose. I loose." Kendall stared Letty in the eyes. Letty grinned, rolled her eyes, and shook her head.

"Best not run against my team, then. My man hasn't been beat in years." Letty warned, taking the pen from Kendall and writing down an address.

"Gee, thanks." Kendall said dryly.

"Yeah, I know you think I'm full of our team and conceited. But whateva, I was tryin to help ya out, but hey it's on you." Letty turned to walk off.

"No. I've raced lots of people. I'll take any help I can get. I didn't say I was great!" Kendall called as Letty trudged off, in her flaming combat boots. "Please Letty." Kendall said, all her hope draining. Letty hadn't yet given her the address.

"You got balls and class. Not bad for a girl." Letty said, again looking at Kendall skeptically.

"Is that a compliment?" Kendall attempted to joke.

"Well, considering I only have one female friend, my boyfriend's sister, and we grew up together, yeah. I'd say so." Letty pushed her sunglasses back up on her nose.

"Yeah, girls don't like me and I don't care for too many. But you seem aight." Kendall said, smiling.

"You race and work on cars? Or just race?" Letty asked curiously.

"Just race. I'd love to spend all day on cars though." Kendall blushed, getting a dreamy kind of look on her face.

"In love with cars, eh?" Letty laughed, knowing a look of love for cars.

"Yeah, so have I passed your test? Can I have the address?" Kendall asked, checking her watch. Letty threw her head back, laughing. This girl amused her.

"Better yet, I'll make ya a deal." Letty said. Kendall looked a little weary. "You come inside and eat with me and you can follow me there." Letty said, in her own way of offering an invitation for dinner.

"Sorry, homegirl. I don't do charity." Kendall shook her head, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Not charity, homegirl. I don't like to eat by myself and you said you hadn't ate in a while." Letty said. Kendall seemed to be thinking about the invitation, noting her stomach was aching. "Besides, racer girl, you don't want to race on an empty stomach." Letty advised, giving Kendall a minute to think.

"Okay, since you put it that way. I do need the address." Kendall smiled, pretending she had really contemplated the offer. "So, you race for a team?" She asked, as though it had all just now sunk into her head. "Cuz, I was talkin like street racing." Kendall said, looking down playing with her spaghetti.

"No NIRA Circuit. You need sleep, girly. Yeah, street racin. Where you from anyways?" Letty shook her head.

"Barstow." Kendall said, amazed by Letty's assertiveness. "We just race, no teams. But stupid ass cops shut it down pretty fast." Kendall's face darkened. She hated thinking of Barstow. That made her think of her past, her dad, his sentencing, and his death in jail.. She mentally scolded herself for being distracted. She would get her revenge once she found who she was looking for. Thinking of Brian O'Connor made her heart speed up. She tapped back into reality, only to find Letty staring at her, looking almost as though she was concerned.

"You gonna be okay? How long you been without sleep? Letty asked, taking a drink of her Pepsi. Kendall nodded.

"Oh, I've had sleep. Just not on a good bed." Kendall said, pushing away her plate.

"Uh-huh." Letty grunted, not convinced. She wasn't sure if Kendall could hold her own racing but something about the girl made her decided to give her the benefit of the doubt.

A/NJ Cheer here! I was stressed so I started a new story. Thank goodness writing relieves stress. LOL. Hope you guys like this. I'll keep going if I get good opinions on it. It's different and I'm trying hard to veer as far as possible from my U.B. story. Let me know if ya like it and if it's working. Please review, I gotta get my fix. LOL. Peace, love, Cheer.