The Nevada desert, day break.

If this wasn't the middle of nowhere, you could probably see it from here. The seemingly barren land of the desert seemed to stretch for eternity. There was an eerie silence to it, especially at this hour where the nocturnal creature were just now settling in and the daytime creatures were almost ready to come out. In this hour, there was almost nothing but the wind whistling against the dry rock of the earth. But on this hour, on this day, the hidden creatures of the desert were about to have a rude awakening.

Out here, in the middle of nowhere, the silent atmosphere was broken by the sound of loud, rumbling engines. And the bleak view of the desert was ruined by long dust trials moving at high rates of speed.

In a wide clearing between two small hill ranges, a chase was going on. The one ahead and most likely the one being chased was a classic '74 Chevy El Camino, tricked out with bright red glittering paint and was sitting on bright 18" chrome rims that even in this twilight sky, were blinding as heck. Little wonder why the chasers weren't worried about loosing sight of the Camino.

Speaking of which, the chasers where the two familiar black Mitsubishi Lancer Evo X's that was part of Virgil's crew. The two rally-bred saloons easily kept pace with the classic muscle car ahead of them. In fact, the two Evo X's probably could pass the Camino easily but a smart hunter doesn't make a move until the prey is exactly where they want it to be. And for the Camino that moment was soon approaching.

Eventually, the Evo X's made their move, the one to the right suddenly accelerated and began to overtake the Camino. The driver of the Camino spotted this immediately and began to drift left. The other Evo X, still lagging behind by a short distance, quickly steered to follow the Camino like a dog herding an errant sheep. The Camino was corralled back into a straight path and the driver inside continued to sweat right Evo X continued to accelerate until it was ahead of the Camino by about two car lengths, creating a wall of dust on the right of the Camino blocking whatever view of the horizon the driver had.

But the Evo X did not make a move to get directly in front of the Camino which puzzled the driver. The Evo X behind him as well remained in the back and didn't show any intention of passing him. He strained his eyes and could see that the drivers of the Evo X's seemed to be talking into radios. What was their plan? Were they trying to box him in or something? In the open desert of all places? Exactly what were they trying to do-

The driver's thoughts were interrupted as a huge black mass came barreling out of the dust cloud on his right. A split second before it hit him, he identified it as the off-road tuned Toyota Tacoma.

That, it turned out, was their plan. With one Evo X behind keeping him on a straigh path and the other Evo X ahead on the right creating a camouflaging cloud of dust in its wake, the Tacoma managed to sneak in from the far right to make a single, precise, coordinated attack run. The driver of the Camino never saw it coming.

The tough front bumper of the Tacoma crashed right into the right rear wheel. The Camino spun uncontrollably as a result and after a second of spinning the wheels caught on the loose dirt and pure inertia flipped the car end over end with parts breaking off and flying all over the place. After a series of terrifying flips and rolls, lasting about a hundred yards, the Camino finally came to rest on it's roof as a heap of twisted metal that was almost unrecognizable.

After a few moments of dead silence, the driver of the Camino managed to pull himself out of his crushed ride. His head was covered in blood that was leaking from a gash running across his forehead. His jacket, shirt and pants were stained with blood leaking from open wounds. Despite his injuries he was generally relived to be still alive after that crash. But that relief was very short-lived.

Looking up from the ground, the Camino's driver noticed he was already surrounded by Virgil's crew, namely the two Evo X drivers and the Tacoma's driver and passenger, the latter of whom was holding an Uzi submachinegun.

Panicked out of his wits, the bleeding driver on the ground quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out a PDA and held it out to the four men. "Here...take it...this is what you want, right? Just please...don't kill me. Please...I'm unarmed."

One of the men stepped forward and took the PDA from his hand. A quick look at the PDA's contents seemed to satisfy the guy and he pocketed the PDA away then gave a nod to the rest of the crew present. The Man with the Uzi stepped forward, cocked his gun, and aimed at the fallen driver.

The Man on the ground looked scared out of his wits and started spitting out a number of excuses why he shouldn't die. The man with the Uzi thought for a second and, in what could be mistaken as mercy, lowered the gun. It wasn't a move of pity or mercy. The gunman was just thinking economically. They were out in the middle of nowhere and this guy just lost his only means of getting back to the city on top of the fact that his body is already half-broken. Why waste the bullets when he'll be dead by lunch time?

The man with the Uzi turned back around and headed back to the Tacoma. That's when the man on the ground quickly changed his mood and quickly opened and reached into his jacket to pull out a Glock pistol. It was timed badly, as one of the Evo drivers, who was getting back into his car at that moment, spotted the move and cried out "Look out!"

The man with the Uzi reacted instinctively, turning on his heel on a dime and quickly stretching out the Uzi squeezing the trigger.

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To the hills on west.

Brian O'Conner watched with a stern glare through a pair of binoculars as the gunman cut the Camino driver in half with his Uzi before the he could even fit his finger into the trigger guard. The gunman, without so much as a second glance, walked back with the rest of his group to their vehicles. A minute later they were leaving trails of dust all the way back to the interstate.