Brian O'Connor, Cop turned Criminal
Brian turned back around as he heard the Supra's engine fade, signalling that Dom had taken the car and was gone. His expression was serious, void of humour and mirth. The respect he felt for Dom, pushed aside in seconds. It was time to get the hell out of here. He stuck his hands in the pockets of his jeans and started walking. It was just over an hour later when he walked cautiously up to his front door, Brian pulled out the gun that was tucked into the waistband of his jeans and held it in front of him, ready for an attack if the police were already here. After he'd checked all of the rooms and made sure that nothing had been disturbed, he walked into his bedroom and grabbed two duffle bags and stuffed them with the clothes that were in his drawers and the few possessions that he'd brought with him for the undercover job. Once he was sure that everything of importance was either packed or hidden, the blonde grabbed his bags and hailed down a taxi. "Fort Self Storage on State Highway 10," he told the taxi driver.
Meanwhile, at the Los Angeles Police Department, everyone was being briefed about the newest addition to the top 10 most wanted list. "Brian O'Conner, former LAPD, one of the best undercover agents we've ever had, known for illegal street racing, and has a record for boosting cars, for which he was sent to Juvie for 2 years when he was a teenager. Originally from Barstow, California. Had a pretty rough childhood, had to learn to fend for himself at an early age. Expert at hand to hand combat, and an excellent marksman. He went rogue when on an undercover assignment to find out who was behind the truck hijacks, he infiltrated the main suspects' crew and then handed over his keys and let the suspect go," Agent Bilkins stated, trying to make sure his men knew how serious this situation was and who they were up against. O'Connor was no ameture, he knew that from experience. He would have to inform the higher ups of the situation and set up a manhunt.
Back at the storage unit, Brian had found the manager in the reception office. "Ah, excuse me? Brian Pearce, I'm here to empty my storage unit, I won't need it again after today," he said as he showed the man his fake ID, having access to police files and technology had its perks. Over the 4 years he'd worked for the LAPD, Brian had been able to create a new ID, passport, birth certificates, the works, so that if something like this happened, he could use his new identity and no one would ever be the wiser. Once the manager handed him the keys, the blonde 23 year old went and unlocked the garage like door that was the only thing protecting the contents inside from being impounded if the police ever knew they were here. Hence why he used the name Brian Pearce, no one would suspect that he took the name of his estranged best friend.
The door opened to reveal his pride and joy, a silver 1990 Nissan skyline GT-R R34 with blue detailing on the doors and two blue stripes on the bonnet. 450 horsepower without including the NOS, did 0 to 100 in 9 seconds and a top speed of 180 km/h. It'd never lost a race. As Brian looked around the storage unit, making sure that nothing had been disturbed in his absence, he pulled out a burner phone from his pocket and dialled the only number on it. "Hey man, what's up? How ya doin?" Tej said as soon as he answered the call "Ready for a race brother?"
"Nah man, not yet, I'm still in LA, getting the skyline, gotta make sure she's up for racing, can't be losing my money to busters now can I" Brian joked back to his friend. He and Tej had met at a street race in Miami a few years back, before Brian went and worked for the police. They had kept in contact and Tej was always ready to set up an easy race if Brian was running low on cash.
"Man, you are a buster" Tej teased
"Nah bro, not anymore, been rolling with Torreto's crew for some undercover crap"
"You havin me on brother? Toretto's crew, you were rolling with Dominic Toretto for a police case? Damn" Tej asked incredulously.
"Yeah man, someone was hijacking trucks out here" Brian explained
"You didn't drop them in it did you?"
"Nah Tej, I let him go, gave him the keys to my Supra"
"Watcha sayin brother, you on the run now or something"
"You got that right; I've probably just made it onto their top 10 most wanted"
"Damn man"
"Yeah bro, I'm coming to Miami"
"Good for you Brian, I'll see ya when ya get here. Oh, and Brian please tell me that you have a race name"
"Bullet" Brian started with a smirk
"Alright! now that's a good name" Tej exclaimed
"I gotta get goin man, see ya in a few days"
"See ya Bri" Tej said before he hung up.
Brian then started to collect the boxes littered around the skyline, most of them were filled with car parts for the skyline, but others held photos, momentos that he'd picked up over the years, clothes files that he'd copied incase he needed the contacts, and of course his new passport and official ID. Once that was done, he jumped into the car and backed out of the storage unit, he'd already given the keys to the manager, and sped off, merging smoothly with the traffic flow.
Back at Brian's house however, things weren't going that smoothly for the SWAT team, they had bust open the door and searched the place high and low with no sign of O'Connor except the abandoned badge that hung from the mirror in the bathroom. Agent Bilkins was not happy. "Damn you O'Connor!", he turned back to his men, face set, "find him, I don't care how long it takes, he is our top priority", he ordered. Then he turned on his heel and stalked out of the building, they'de already alerted all of the other authorities in the state, there was a warning in the papers and his face was all over the news. They would catch him. They had to.
Over the next few days, Brian spent his time racing his way around the state, making a name for himself, and slowly making his way to Miami. It wasn't all fun and games though, there were a few close calls and he had to keep off of the radar by sleeping at crappy hotels and eating at small, out of the way diners. There were a few close calls and he'd been lucky that no one really read the newspaper or watched the news, otherwise he'd have been spotted and arrested multiple times. He was using his new identity to his advantage though, none of the racers knew that he used to be a cop, they only knew him as 'Bullet', the blonde from Barstow.
One day, out of the blue, his phone rang, piercing the silence of his hotel room. He knew that it had to be Tej, he was the only person who had his number. "Hey man, what's up?" Brian asked as he answered the phone.
"Where are you at Bri?" Tej asked, sounding worried
"Just crossed into Florida yesterday," the blonde responded, "Why?"
"You're all over the news Brian, I'm worried 'bout ya man"
"I'm alright Tej, been making a name for myself out here, eating crappy food and sleeping on hard beds, but such is the life of a runaway"
"Well hurry up and get back here man, before you do get caught"
"Sure thing Tej, when's the next race?"
"Usual place, at 10, you better be there Brian" Tej warned
"I will be man" Brian assured his worried friend
Meanwhile back at the police station, Agent Bilkins was getting more and more agitated by the second. It was like O'Connor had vanished, his bank account was empty, which meant that he was using cash, but it had been a week, and no one had seen hide nor hair of the blonde. At this point it seemed very likely that he'd already left America altogether, however no one had reported seeing him cross the border, and yet they had searched the state high and low for the wanted man. Bilkins sighed, before calling out to his men "Alright let's call it a day, pack up and we'll regroup in the morning alright". After getting affermitives from the team, Bilkins sat down at his desk and hung his head in his hands. This manhunt was fast becoming a wild goose chase.
As Brian pulled up to the race meet he checked out some of the other racers, a few he'd heard about or knew from other races but there were a lot that he didn't recognize. He parked his car and then walked over to Tej who was busy hyping up the crowd. Brian tapped his friend on the shoulder.
"Hey man, how's everything going?" he asked
"Not bad bro, not bad, you up for a race tonight?"
"You bet man"
"Alrighty then folks, who wants to take a crack at Bullet here!" Tej yelled
After that Tej had no trouble getting three other people to race against Brian, it seemed that everyone wanted a shot at the buster who had been making a name for himself in LA.
The four racers handed their money over to Tej and pulled up to the starting line, their engines making a deafening roar, once the flag was dropped Brian was first off the line. The tyres of his skyline screeching on the tarmac as he shot forward. 10 seconds and a quarter mile later, Tej handed Brian the winnings with a slap on the back and a grin on his face. Brian then turned to Tej, face serious.
"Man, I need a favour"
"Whatcha need brother?"
"I was wondering if I could bunk in your boathouse," the blonde asked.
"No problem man, but as payment you help me in the garage fixing up cars, ya hear"
"Yeah man" Brian said with a grin, fixing cars, now that he could do.
It was a few months later that Bilkins actually caught Brian, he had been sending undercover agents into various states across America, to infiltrate the racing scene, and it had finally paid off. Agent Fuentes had caught a glimpse of the blonde criminal at one of the regular races in Miami and had reported back that he would be racing tomorrow near the South Miami Avenue Bridge. It was finally time to bring in Brian O'Connor.