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ATTENTION: I do not own any of the character affiliated with "The Fast and the Furious" motion picture, or anything else related to this story that might be copyrighted material. This is a fictitious story, and should not be taken as a real life event.
THIS STORY TAKES PLACE BEFORE THE MOVIE.
Greetings. I have decided to re-write this story. I went back and read my first verse of this story and came to this conclusion: My story writing skills sucked. So, Since I'm home sick for the next week, I'm going to re-write and update this story. Please enjoy, criticize, and comment.
RATED PG-13 FOR VIOLENCE AND LANGUAGE.
THIRD PERSON. LA HIGHWAY.
It was time. The semi-truck was in viewing distance of the three black Honda Civics. Dominic was leading the pack with Vince inside, lead up by Jesse in the middle, and Leon watching the scanners in his car in the rear. Everything was going to go perfect. That grin of victory was on Dom's face. Vince looked over at him as he slide of his motorcycle helmet.
"What's with that stupid grin Dom? We haven't even done anything yet.."
Dom looked over at Vince for a second, before throwing open the sky roof.
"Don't worry about it V. Just do your thing bro."
Vince slowly stood up as Dominic pulled the Civic in front of the truck. All you could hear was the horn of the truck in the background. Jesse was on the left side of the truck, and Leon moved up to the other side. No where to go. Vince pointed his harpoon gun at the window. The first shot took out the windshield. The second made contact with the side chair. He latched the rope on to his vest as he climbed out of the window. Dominic made sure to stay still, so Vince wouldn't fall. After making his way in to the truck, the wrestle began. Vince got hit a couple times in the face, but the helmet simply hurt the driver instead.
Vince pulled out a white cloth that was covered in some sort of sleep aid, because the second it came in contact with the drivers face, he was out cold. He quickly went into action, taking over control of the truck. He slide the driver over and pulled out of walkie talkie phone. He put his finger over the button has he spoke.
"Everything's good up here boys. We are good to go Dom. Lead the way."
Dominic nodded as he sped up, leading them off of the next exit ramp. It wasn't more than 20 minutes before they had reached an abandoned warehouse outside of LA. Dominic turned off his engine, as did the other three men. They stepped out of the cars and headed towards the back of the truck. Dom grinned as he picked up a crowbar, prying open the back doors. They men owed and awed at the items in the truck. It varied between TVs, DVD players, car equipment, and enough stuff to pay off rent for a few months.
"Nice job guys. Now lets unload this stuff and lock it up. We'll have to back tomorrow and bring everything to the garage piece by piece. I have a feeling if we head out tonight, there will be cops out looking for drink drivers and shit."
They exchanged high fives as they began to unload. Vince took off his vest and helmet, setting them down in the back of Dom's car, then heading back to the truck. After about an hour of unloading, they switched back to their cars. Vince got inside the truck and headed off about 10 miles away to a random truck stuff. Leon followed. They dropped off the truck with the driver, then headed home. Everything went smooth as usual. Dom felt good, knowing that he would came home, and Mia would stop worrying about them. He got inside his car with Jesse as he flipped open his phone, noticing a message from Letty, simple telling his she was okay and safe at Lisa's. He grinned as they finally reached the house.
THIRD PERSON. LA HIGHWAY TO SAN DIEGO.
She groaned softly was she looked out her window. Nothing but car dealerships and the darkness of the night. She turned her music loader, and pressed down harder on the petal. She hadn't seen her sister for about a year. They grew up very close to one another. When their parents got a divorce, their mother took Lita to San Diego, while their good for nothing father kept Letty in LA with her older brother, Miguel. Her brother passed away in a car accident, and since then, Letty has always been a careful driver. It may not have been that long of a drive, but it was a bit on the dull side when you had no one to talk too. She picked up her phone as she noticed it vibrate. It was Dom. She smiled as she flipped it open and pressed it against her ear.
"Que paso baby? I'm just about 15 minutes outside of San Diego, I didn't pick up any strangers, and I'm driving safe.."
Dominic grinned as he laughed softly. Dominic may look like a strong guy who could kill someone in a second on the outside, but he had a really big soft spot for Letty on the inside.
"Don't be a smart ass Let. I was just calling to tell you we are all fine here so don't worry. Call me when you're on your way back tomorrow? I love you baby girl."
Letty smiled lightly as she kissed in to the phone.
"I will Dom. Don't worry about me. Love you too papi."
She closed her phone and tossed it into the passenger seat. She noticed the exit coming up within the next few miles. She tuned the radio to the local radio, turning it up to some Ludacris. She was only a few blocks away.
THIRD PERSON: JOHNNY TRANS' GARAGE. HOURS LATER.
Johnny Tran's fist would slam on to his desk as he stood up, staring across towards the driver of the hijacked truck.
'What the fuck do you mean someone took my merchandise? How could you let something like that happen! You fucking piece of shit. You know how much shit was in that God damn truck!"
He moved across to the guy, shoving him out of the office and on to the floor.
"Please Mr. Tran. It wasn't my fault. This shit was well planned. It seemed like someone did this on purpose! Please don't hurt me. I have a family sir.."
Johnny looked down at the driver, spitting on him as he motioned his men to hold him up straight. He stared right in to his eyes.
"You better tell me exactly what happened. Every detail. You better fucking remember what the fuck the bastard even smelt like you hear me? Or else I will go to your house and kill your family. Clear?"
"Yes sir. Well I was about a couple miles outside of LA when all of a sudden these three or so Civics gathered around the truck. One was in front, guessing it was the leader. Id say about four or five guys., mostly drivers. Well, this fucker in all black climbed out of the one in front of started shooting shit and he got into the truck. I tried to fight him, but he knocked me out. When I woke up, the truck was empty and at some rest stop."
Johnny stood their for a moment, thinking. He looked back at the driver as he punched him in the middle of the face, probably breaking his nose. The driver yelped out in pain.
"You're telling me this shit was planned? Someone was trying to rip me off? Who you son of a bitch I swear to God if you had anything to do with this…"
"I swear on my wife and children that I had nothing to do with is Johnny. Please don't hurt them. Please. It was probably just someone with a vendetta. Some punk who lost a race or a deal or something.."
Johnny took another breath as he looked at the driver. He looked like an honest guy. He froze for a second as his jaw dropped.
"You said how many men?"
"I would say four or more. Three must have been driving, then the guy who came out and attacked me. There could have been more in the other cars. The guy who knocked me out was wearing a black vest and a helmet. I couldn't see him, or anyone else. But he knew what he was doing.."
Johnny grinned as he turned around, mumbling shit to himself. Toretto. Who else would want to give Tran a hit as hard as that. He knew Dominic and his team were up to something. Working that garage couldn't pay for those cars. Even if it wasn't him, Johnny would enjoying make Dominic pay.
"That son of a bitch. Sneaky ass mother fucker!"
He turned, flipping a chair over behind him.
"Toretto is going to pay for this. He will regret to day he fucked with me."
It wasn't a coincident that Dominic and Johnny had the same contract with the same car parts company. Tran kept tabs on everything that Dominic bought, and he figures that Dominic did the same. He had connects with the company that not even Dominic Toretto had. He summoned one of his goons to find out what Dom was up to, looking up last purchases, anything he could use against Dominic. Johnny turned his attention back to the driver, grinning as he pointed his Desert magnum at his forehead and pulling the trigger.
"Thanks for everything. Take that shit out of here and get ride of him. I'm not paying you goons to stand around. Come get me when you find something."
It wouldn't be long before Johnny knew what the plan was with San Diego and Letty. He knew this would be his perfect opportunity to hit Dom where it hurt the most. He gathered his team, and gathered a plan to take their revenge of the Toretto team. Besides, revenge is a dish best served cold, right?
Comment and tell me what you think! Chapter three coming up soon!
-Katy