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- Chapter VI -

Family Ties

Brian and Neela stared at Dom judgingly as they waited for Kamata to show up at his own club. They were surrounded by his goons, and both men were glad that Mia wasn't a part of what they were going through right now. However, Neela herself was worried sick about where Kamata's men had taken Sean as she held back her tears.

"I don't mean to butt in, but…" Brian began, rubbing his neck.

"Then don't," Dom retorted flatly.

"Look, the least you could do is explain what the hell happened back there," Brian noted as Dom took a sip of his beer. There was a moment of silence between them.

"Who the fuck are you people?" Neela demanded suddenly. Both men looked at her.

"First, you try to rob me. Then, you show up at the races uninvited claiming to know Han and get my boyfriend shot! I mean you've caused more trouble in a day than we've had in weeks! Why?" she asked disturbingly. Brian turned his attention to Dom who stared at the floor. Then, the bald headed racer reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a photograph, setting it on the table.

"Who is that?" Brian asked curiously, leaning in to take a look. Neela approached the two carefully.

"This," Dom said with a sigh, "is the 'Fast Five'."

They observed the five people in the photo carefully. Dom pointed to the man in the center, who was holding his newborn baby with a smile on his face.

"That's Kamata. He moved over to the U.S. during the seventies because Takashi's mother had become very ill, and he wanted to get her the best possible treatment abroad. His brother stayed back in Japan to handle the family business. The baby in the picture is Takashi. He had just been released from the hospital, but his mother wasn't. She died a week later because of complications."

Brian and Neela then saw two men huddling around Kamata. Dom pointed to the elder one.

"That's my pop. He had met Kamata when they were teenagers at the races. Their love for cars brought them together and they've had somewhat of a pen pal relationship until the accident."

Brian's blue eyes wandered to the other, similarly built person in the photo.

"Who's that?" he asked, pointing to the man next to Dom's father. Dom himself looked away, his jaw clenching in anger.

"That's my uncle. Not very fond memories of him, as far as I can remember," he said quietly. Neela noticed that Dom didn't want this man to be brought up. However, something else caught her attention, too.

"You said this was the 'Fast Five', right?" Neela asked. Dom nodded in return.

"Who's the fifth person?" she inquired gently. Dom looked at the photo again, and at the teenage boy clutching his father's hand as he's trying to get a peek at the baby.

"I am," Dom confessed, and felt Brian's stare piercing him despite not making any eye contact with the ex-cop.

Vince sat in his armchair, the lamp on his table illuminating his figure up to his eyes. He rubbed his beard stubble as he observed the young kid sitting across from him. One of Vince's henchmen was also present and staring at the man with the ferocity of a guard dog. The interviewee noticed it, too, and Vince smirked at his nervousness.

"Colin Dugan - sounds like a serial killer name. Is that who you are?" Vince asked, quoting a question Dominic asked Brian all those years ago.

"To be honest, I'm not quite sure. I grew up in an orphanage, you see," Colin noted soberly. Vince smiled and watched amusingly as Colin got frustrated.

"Oh, you've got murderous rage in you, m'boy. All I had to do was smile, and you can't wait to jump out of that seat and beat me to a pulp," Vince examined and saw Colin's anger turn into confusion in the process.

"I like that. You'll need it for what's coming. Anyways, don't worry about the suits you see around here. They take their job way too seriously, them. We need to lighten up the mood in this place," Vince proposed, picking up a flask of whiskey and pouring each of them a glass.

"Tell me something," Vince began, taking a sip of the alcohol.

"Do you like cheese?" he asked his prospective employee. Colin seemed to get even more uneasy, which by now was quite a feat.

"I don't understand I get it, but… no. Not really," the young man answered. Vince's eyes travelled down the sleeve of Colin's leather jacket and down to the kid's index finger, which was tapping on the chair continuously.

"You don't seem very comfortable for someone who ran with quite a few gangs, some even I heard about," Vince noted, taking another swing. Colin seemed to ease a bit.

"So you have heard of them?" he asked eagerly.

"Don't be dense. I wouldn't have taken a chance on you if I didn't. You did a fair amount of time in juvie. Weren't quite the good egg of the family, were you?" Vince taunted and saw the man's eyes sink for a moment and then come back to face him with reignited flame.

"I don't have any family," Colin admitted. Vince smiled again.

"Oh, that's right. I forgot."

Brian couldn't settle down anymore. Mia and Sean had maybe earned a pass for now because of Dom's connection to Kamata, but the ex-cop couldn't rely on it with enough assurance that would keep him waiting in a chair.

"Okay, we need to get out of here!" Brian exclaimed. Dom seemed less than comfortable with this idea, to say the least.

"Brian, we shouldn't do anything rash. You don't even know these guys! They could hurt my sister!" Dom warned.

"That's exactly why waiting for them to act first is as bad of an idea as any," Brian noted, knocking on the locked door with determination. A bulky guard answered it.

"What?" he taunted in a deep voice.

"I need to go to the bathroom," Brian lied and there was a moment of silence between the two. The guard Brian's foot twitching and gave him a pair of handcuffs.

"Put these on ya. Nobody else move!" he ordered, as Brian complied and made his way with him down the stairs of the club, which was very busy at the moment - perfect for a diversion. The ex-cop noticed a fire extinguisher ahead and slowed down.

"Keep moving!" the guard ordered, and Brian carefully continued on. Just as they were about to pass it, Brian grabbed it swiftly from the wall and shoved its tail end into the guard's abdomen. The man grunted, but even a cry for help wouldn't have been heard with the level of noise around them. Brian raised the object again and brought it down on the guard's head, knocking him out. He quickly reached into the man's pocket and pulled out the key to his handcuffs, freeing himself. Brian then grabbed his Glock, made sure a round was chambered, and took a peek around the corner. There were two guards watching the entrance, but they were out of earshot. Brian whistled, and Dom and Neela rejoined him. Dom raised an eyebrow at the unconscious thug.

"And he was being so nice," Dom said with a smirk. He then noticed the men at the front door.

"It never was easy to break out of captivity," Dom noted.

"You'd know, wouldn't you?" Brian asked, grinning. Dom eyed him coldly, and Brian's smile faded.

"Well, that exit's out of the question," Brian scouted around for another possible escape route. There was an elevator in the corner of the room with no one watching it.

"The garage," Neela said what was clearly on the men's minds as well. Brian stuck the pistol into the back of his jeans and pulled his shirt over it.

"Stay frosty, guys," he warned and the three entered the crowd, making their way through the men and women dancing to the Teriyaki Boyz. Once they entered the elevator, they pressed 'P3' because it was the lowest level and the most unlikely to be guarded. When the doors opened, Brian smiled boyishly at the collection of imports and muscle cars inside. Apparently, Dom was right. Kamata was a gearhead.

"Hello beautiful," Dom said under his breath as he approached a 1969 427 COPO Chevelle.

"Four hundred and fifty horsepower of American muscle right here," Dom bragged. Brian took a stand near a Nissan R35.

"I got at least thirty on you, and that's with a V6," Brian noted.

"Boys," Neela began as she opened the door to a Mitsubishi Eclipse, "all brawns no brains."

Brian playfully winked at her as the three got into their seats.