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The rain had begun slow, but as Chase sat in the car, it pounded against the outside of it. If she hadn't known any better, she would have thought it was hailing outside – it didn't really hail in California, though, but they sure were pretty large raindrops. She sat in the dark of her Graphite Black Mica WRX, the keys resting in her lap to cut the glow of her gauges as she finally reclaimed a bit of peace of mind. Breaking and entering was hardly a way to spend your evening, especially if you were breaking into the home of your deceased ex-boss. She couldn't even say "boss", because nobody had even known about them. They just knew she hung around a lot, and assumed that she was another of his stupid groupies. Not so much.
She stared up at the darkened windows, and watched the angry wind blow at the 'FOR SALE' sign on the front lawn. Nobody in the group had taken a step after Chase for more than one reason - they followed Xander mindlessly, because they were unsure of themselves now that Johnny was gone. But those of them that were still loyal to Johnny after his death knew that he must've kept Chase around for a reason. The black briefcase in the passenger seat of her car was just that reason – they just didn't know it yet. It contained payroll, bank accounts, information, addresses, photos, fucking birth certificates – everything that you could think of to pull as far as information went on a single person, it was all there. For multiple people – people that Chase had been sent after. Someone else had inevitably taken over the job of the accounting and information area where the drug running and various other activities now that Johnny was gone. Everyone, including the idiot Xander, had assumed he'd done it himself.
Chase, however, was the brains. She looked small and unobtrusive, but that was just how it had been played out. Carefully orchestrated, down to her address and family. They were all cons, for whoever had been watching. She'd never been mentioned to anyone, was never anything important, and for all intents and purposes had been really and truly nothing more than a warm body for Johnny – but that was exactly how they'd wanted it to look. People were dumb, she surmised. They would believe what they saw because it was what was easiest – he'd put his arm around her, she'd flirt; they'd leave together. Everyone assumed. And when the cash began rolling in, they assumed it was Johnny.
She'd worked very hard to keep her name off of that list that she knew would be populated by the police if it hadn't already. She was working her ass off to move money around without being noticed, but it was incredibly hard without the cover of Tran's gang to surround her activities. She could have Johnny send people out to do stupid menial tasks for her, and they would take the fall without really knowing why. They wouldn't jeopardize their boss, and their boss couldn't jeopardize her, because if he did, the operation would have had a gaping hole where the intel was. There was no telling how Chase got her information, or what she had to do to get it, but there wasn't any way in Hell that Tran would have risked outing her when she was making him so much money that he couldn't spend it fast enough.
When Toretto and the rest of them had come up with that stupid semi-truck robbery scheme, it had nearly taken the heat off of them entirely – until that idiot police officer thought that they were the ones behind it. It had started a war, and despite how much she'd pleaded, Johnny wouldn't let his unwounded pride go. He pursued them, and he lost his life. Now Chase was left – not that she could say she had much remorse, although she wasn't too pleased trying to balance all of this out and still retain her cover as "stupid background girl number one".
With a disgusted sigh, she started her car up. The low, throaty patter of the H4 motor disrupted the rain in its assault, and she pulled away from the curb finally. Her driving was considerably less erratic than the last time she'd taken a trip during the evening hours, but of course, this time she had things in the car that she didn't precisely need to be caught with. She couldn't really determine where to drop the information off – not first without consulting the two people who had made her balancing act thus for possible.