Before I get to the next chapter, I will be noting down the human appearance of the Grand Inquisitor in this AU with his appearance being in this chapter.

Like in the show, he appears at his height of 6'4, he wears a black leather jacket unzipped with a black t shirt, along with an FBI badge worn on his neck attached to a necklace, dark colored jeans with black boots, and black driving gloves. He appears as a Caucasian male with a relatively short haircut with dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and he has a clean shave.

And for his car, he drives a modded Bugatti Veyron that is blacked out in a matte black, which is FBI issued.

That is it, enjoy this next chapter.

Chapter 5: Inquisitive Pursuit

The next morning

7:50 am

Grand Inquisitor's P.O.V

"Kallus, Inquisitor here. I have been successful in tracking the rebels down to their current position in the state of Nebraska. I shall engage them as soon as I come across them." I informed Kallus as I drove to the last known position of the rebels after the FBI dispatched me to deal with them. "That is good news, Inquisitor." Kallus responded. "Once you see them, remove them from the streets. And if they put up a fight, lethal force is authorized, but DO NOT harm them. The FBI needs them alive. Those are your orders from the agency. I am en route with backup, and there are other drivers in the field ready to provide assistance. And are you aware of the circumstances should your task not be...successful?" "Completely, Agent Kallus. It will done." I replied, speeding up to catch up with the nearby rebels, and putting my phone away.

I followed the rebels on the highway that they are taking to Omaha, along with additional units rendezvousing on me in more black FBI issued sports cars. "All units, be ready to engage the targets, but DO NOT harm them." I informed my backup as we kept driving on the racing route that the rebels were taking. We followed the route, until we saw some cars parked at a gas station, and those cars seemed to match the description of the cars of the targets.

I pulled into the parking lot of a rest stop along the gas station, spying on my targets before I make the move on them. "All units, standby, do not engage targets. Wait for my signal." I radioed my units.

Ezra's P.O.V

We made a stop for gas along the way while en route to Omaha, and so far things seemed to be going smoothly, despite me having that feeling in my gut about danger being nearby. I turned to Alex who was fueling up behind me. "Do you have that feeling in your gut?" I asked him. "Sort of. Why?" he asked. "I have a feeling that danger is nearby, like we're being watched by either FBI or law enforcement." I answered. "Yeah. I kinda have that feeling too." Alex replied.

While we were fueling up, we saw Kanan come out of the gas station shop, and he looked like he was rushing a little bit. "Why the rush?" I asked him. "Crew, in your cars now. We have to leave. Fulcrum just said that another dangerous FBI driver is afoot." Kanan informed us. "And before you ask me who, all you need to know is that he is more dangerous than Kallus in some ways, and the Protectors a little bit for that matter." Just as he finished, we turned our heads to the gas station entrance, where we saw a blacked out Bugatti pulling up. "Crap, there he is! Everybody in now!" Kanan ordered us, all of us bolting into our cars, and speeding away from the gas station, the black Bugatti in pursuit with its sirens on.

We sped away quickly on the highway, but he was coming up fast. And as I looked into my rear view mirror, it was just him behind me, but then additional black cars came out of nowhere from behind him. "Guys, we got more of them coming our way." I told the crew. "We're not safe on this highway. Everybody follow me. We're taking the streets." Kanan ordered us, him and the rest of us getting off at the nearest exit, the Bugatti and its backup still in pursuit.

We kept on speeding on the roads, turning to a nearby town, doing hard drifts as we turned. The Bugatti was still in pursuit of us, and whoever this driver was, he was too good by the looks of things. We drifted to the right, and then continued speeding down the road. But as we were speeding, something extremely unexpected happened. Shots were fired from the Bugatti, the bullets hitting my car.

"Guys, shots have been fired! Repeat: shots have been fired!" I warned the crew. "We have a police roadblock up ahead. Hard left now!" Kanan ordered us, all of us doing a hard drift to the left. And then, another unexpected thing happened. I heard an Aventador engine, and it wasn't Alex's Aventador. It was everybody's "favorite" FBI agent, Agent Kallus, and he was back for more. I saw him move in, and try to cut Kanan off, but I saw his Pagani swerve just at the last second. Suddenly, more shots were fired, this time from Kallus' Aventador.

"Crap, I've been shot at!" Hera exclaimed, all of us speeding past the Aventador, the Bugatti and its backup in pursuit of us. We continued driving further, and that was when I heard some kind of dinging. At that moment, I realized that we were heading towards a train track, having a feeling that we were gonna do one of those train-car stunts that you would see in movies and TV.

We gunned it further down the road, the train coming in dead near. The rest of us got past the train, but I thought that I was gonna get wrecked by that thing, until I managed to slip past that at exactly the last second. The FBI and the police stopped when we got past the train, getting them off of our backs for a little while.

"Crew, good job back there. Let's head back to the highway." Kanan said to us. "What about the FBI and the cops?" I asked. "Even though they'll track us, I'm contacting Fulcrum to jam our signatures so that we could be off their radar." Kanan replied, us getting on the highway and back on the route to Omaha.

Meanwhile

Grand Inquisitor's P.O.V

"Are you sure that you will find them even if they jammed their signatures, Inquisitor?" Kallus asked me as we all waited for what felt like a grueling hour, waiting for this train to pass. "Those rebels may have pulled another stunt, but I have a way to track them, even IF something is jamming their signatures." I responded, pulling out my phone, and starting to hack through the barrier that's keeping me from seeing the signatures of the rebels. I wasn't successful in it.

"Crap. It looks like whoever set this barrier up is too good. I can't even track them." I said. "Then keep trying. There always is a way." Kallus said. I did it again, then a few more times, and finally, I got it on the 15th try. "Found them. They are halfway to Omaha." I said. "Good. I will contact additional units and law enforcement in the area to prepare themselves for their presence in Omaha, you take your backup and follow the rebels there, Inquisitor." Kallus tasked me. "Understood, Agent Kallus." I responded, getting back into my car, and heading the opposite way since the train still hasn't left yet.

Three hours later

Omaha, Nebraska

"Agent Kallus, I have arrived in Omaha. The rebels appear to be here as of now, driving through the streets of the city as their racing route suggests." I informed Kallus. "Good, Inquisitor. Move in on them now, law enforcement will assist you and your units." Kallus said. "Affirmative. Moving now." I said, taking the exit that leads into the city.

When my units and I started our drive through the streets, cop cars were engaged in a pursuit as of now, and I had the feeling that they were the rebels. I sped up, turning on my sirens with my backup doing the same, eventually coming up on the rebels as they started ramming cop cars.

"All units, break off. Engage them." I ordered my units, who did as they were told. Each one of my units moved in on either one of the cars, but I took the orange and black Bugatti that one of them was driving. When it comes to that car, there can only be one on the streets in this case, and the black and orange one was going down. I pressed down on the gas, ramming him from behind, myself getting next to him, now neck and neck.

Whoever this rebel driver was, he was putting up a good fight with me. But as the records of him suggest, he is just a new blood on the streets, giving me an advantage thanks to my driving experience behind the wheel. I rammed him hard on the side, but he didn't go out that easily. He rammed me back hard, almost going into a commercial truck on the road, the rebel pulling away from me as fast as possible.

I gained up on him again, pulling out my pistol, rolling down my right side window, unloading on the car, making sure that he wasn't harmed. As I continued firing at the side of his car, attempting to go for his tires, he rammed me hard again, in which I almost went into a tractor trailer on the streets, avoiding that by pressing down hard on my handbrake. I saw him speeding away, but I caught up to him.

But when I caught up to the rebel driver, something happened. I saw one of my backup's cars go into a wall, indicating that it was taken out by a rebel driver, another one was out as well, and so were the others. I was the only one that remained.

And then something else happened. All of the rebel vehicles started gaining up on me, all of them boxing me in and ramming me. I had my pistol in my hand again, opening fire on the Agera on my right, and then switching it to the Marussia on my left. But then, my gun ran out of ammo, and I was screwed. The rebels broke off from me, but not all of them.

I took a look at my rear view mirror, and saw that it was the Bugatti again. He was ramming me hard from the back, and then rammed me hard on the side with one swift stroke, my car spinning out into traffic. I turned around, coming after him. As I came up on him, aiming for the back of his car as I was going in at full speed, he drifted hard to the right, and then I screamed when I was about to crash into another commercial truck, breaking hard and turning my wheel to the right. However, I was unsuccessful as I ended up crashing into that thing, my car not functioning after that hard hit.

I cursed with rage as I slammed my hand down hard on the wheel, and then pulled out my phone, calling Kallus. "Kallus, we have a problem, and I need an extraction pronto. My car was taken out of commission." I said.

Meanwhile

Ezra's P.O.V

"That was a good stunt you pulled back there, Ezra. You got him off our backs." Kanan commended me after I took out that black Bugatti as we began to head out of Omaha, and head towards Des Moines, Iowa, our last major stop before we get to Chicago. "Thanks. I'm just glad that we won't have him on our back when we get to Chicago." I said. "Let's hope that is." Sabine chimed in.

"Can't believe that we're almost there though." I said. "I know, right? It feels like time has flown by pretty fast." Zeb said. "True, and we've been making good progress as well. By the time we get to Des Moines, we'll be near the 10's, and then one of us will take it away in Chicago." Hera replied. "But seriously though, Hera, 25 million dollars? Imagine what we can do with that money." I said.

"What do you guys think we should do with it?" Alex asked. "Well, split it up so that we could get a fare share, that's a definite." Sabine answered. "That, and we should also improve the HQ by giving it some advancements, like state of the art tuners, giving it some more garages for our cars, etc. It's up to us really, Sabine." Kanan said. "But just wait until we actually win, get the money, and then decide what to do with it." "I'm with Kanan on this one." Isabella replied. "Same." I said. Basically, we all agreed to it.

In the meantime, all we had to do now was keep driving to Des Moines, and we were doing good alright in this race.