Author's Note: Please note I removed my initial intro for this as it was no longer working with the way I'd changed the story. The fic now begins in Cuba. Thanks for reading!

New York City

She spotted Deckard working along in the garage when she came in, but Letty didn't approach him. Instead crossing to the red Corvette she'd selected, Letty opened the door to pop the hood. She tossed the tracker and note Dom had given her earlier into the front seat and moved around the vehicle towards one of the workbenches situated around the large space.

Her hand had just closed around a small socket wrench when she heard footsteps drawing closer. Letty lifted her head, glancing over her shoulder as Deckard approached, wiping greasy hands on a dirty rag.

She raised a brow, but turned back to the tools, picking out a pair of angled pliers before she rounded the Corvette, saying nothing. She leaned over the engine, tucking the wrench into her back pocket as she ran her fingers over some wiring, looking for the damaged one she'd spotted earlier. She was just stripping off enough of the plastic coating to get a better look when Shaw eased against the opposite side of the car, glancing down at her.

"Heard you had a little meeting," he said.

Letty made a noncommittal noise as she worked, waiting for him to get to the point.

"Find out anything useful?" he asked.

She straightened up, letting out a sigh. "Maybe. It depends."

"On what, exactly?"

"A few things. Like whether I can trust you enough to tell you anything." She crossed her arms in front of her. "You're responsible for the death of a friend of mine."

"Right," he agreed. "The guy in Tokyo." He rubbed a hand over his head, looked at her seriously. "Kind of familiar though, ain't it? A man taking matters into his own hands? Getting revenge for the people he loves, for his family?"

Letty stared at him evenly, resting her hands against the side of her car. She knew exactly what he was saying, and just who he was talking about.

"Those guys were criminals," she said.

"And so are you. Your whole family. All of us are criminals now, aren't we?" he asked. "I could say I'm sorry about Han and maybe you'd believe me, but is that what's going to make you trust me?"

"No," she admitted, moving around the front of the car. She stopped in front of him, as if she was considering for a moment, before moving past him to the driver's side door. She pulled it open, then leaned in to take out two folded sheets of paper and a small black device. She flipped through the papers and passed him one.

"It's instructions," she said. "For a job." She chewed on her lower lip for a moment as he looked over it. "Someone has to fall off the grid, completely. We can be careful but… she'll still be looking for us. She won't be looking for a dead man."

"And I'm the only logical choice," he said, looking at her. "But why? I could just take my new found freedom and split."

She chuckled softly. "Well.. two things. One, I know you won't be dead. If you don't hold up your end, don't think I won't come after you with everything I've got." She gave him a hard look that had him reevaluating his assessment of her. The woman had to be plenty dangerous in her own right. "And two," she went on. "You want revenge on Cipher. For what she got your brother involved in."

"He's not exactly an innocent angel. I know that," he said. "But he's still my baby brother."

Letty took a slow breath, her face impassive. "I don't think I'm ever going to be able to move past what he did to me," she admitted. "So if you involve him, I really don't want to know about it. But I'll leave it to you to pick someone to help you out with the job." She passed him the small device. "You'll need this."

"The notes say this is a plane though," he told her, brow furrowed. "So what if it's up in the air?"

"I'm sure you're plenty resourceful enough to figure that out."

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The cars were ready, and the police scanner was running. They knew Dom was making his move today, somewhere downtown, but not when and exactly where.

The warehouse was located in Chinatown not far of a drive from the docks. Traffic could definitely make it more difficult, but odds were that whatever Cipher had up her sleeve was going to clear the streets in a bad way.

Letty was sitting on the creeper next to her car, idly spinning the grappling hook that she was getting ready to install. "Do you think that this is a good idea? I mean, we need to let Dom get the chip."

"We have to make it convincing," Hobbs said from across the garage. She and Tej had already installed his on the monster jeep he'd selected, but he was setting up the GPS, studying the layout of the city from above. "We let Dom walk with it and Cipher knows something is up."

"He's right," Roman agreed, making a last check of his engine. "We can't let Dom down. Mr. Nobody's working on those drones but right now Mia and Brian are in real danger."

"Not to mention the woman Cipher got locked up," Tej put in. "The pregnant woman. That's some cold shit, man."

"Would you find it less cold if she wasn't pregnant?" Hobbs asked.

"I dunno," Tej said. "Maybe, yeah. Just some part of me that says all pregnant women gotta be protected, man."

Letty snorted. "You and every other man on the planet."

"It's biological, woman," Roman said. "Probably ever since we were cavemen trying to kill us some deer or something."

"If you were off trying to kill a deer wouldn't the women have to protect themselves?" Letty asked, and Ramsey laughed.

"Well, I…" Roman frowned. "That is…"

They were interrupted by the sound of the police scanner going off. "Uh…" came the panicked sounding voice of a woman who was probably operating the switchboard for that shift. "We have multiple calls of uncontrolled vehicles downtown. I need all available response immediately. Church Street to Nassau between Wall and Fulton. I repeat, I need all available response."

"That sounds like it could be Dom," Hobbs said, picking up his communicator and fitting it into one ear. "Let's get moving, people."

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The kind of hacking Cipher and her people were doing was pretty much beyond anything Dom had seen before. It was true, that a lot of the newer vehicles had certain auto-drive abilities. Some to help them park, others to prevent collisions. If you could get control of those computers, who was to say you couldn't pilot a car from afar.

But somehow Cipher had gotten control of hundreds of them. Dom wasn't sure of the complexities of it, how they managed to coordinate them, to steer them all at once, but idling down one of the many side-streets in Manhattan he watched dozens of them careen past. Most of them were empty, but there was one here and there with people still trapped inside. His stomach clenched, and he gripped his steering wheel. There was nothing he could do.

The chip was being escorted from a private security firm down in the financial district up to midtown where it would be loaded on a secure train. If they got it underground it would be pretty much near impossible for him to grab. Cipher's cars couldn't fit down a subway entrance anymore than his could, and there'd be no way to eliminate the security he'd run into there. So it was on the streets, or not at all.

Cipher directed the fleet of cars to take out the police escort first, sailing down a side street to barrel into the ones at the rear of the convoy. They were taken out immediately, sent flying into nearby sidewalks, flipping over parked vehicles as pedestrians screamed and scattered.

More cars came from the opposite direction, colliding head-on with the front of the motorcade and the armored vehicle was forced to swerve to avoid them, recentering itself as they called in for backup.

"Follow them," Cipher's voice filtered into his ear as he watched the truck speed past. It was still flanked by motorcycle escorts, but that wouldn't be much of an issue.

He pulled out into the street behind them, where traffic had been cleared away thanks to the copious wrecks left behind. Shifting gear he sped after them, giving enough space for what he was sure Cipher was about to do next.

"Okay," she said, laugh in her voice. "We're going to make it rain."

As the remains of the convoy drove past a parking garage all the sudden it happened. Cars were falling from above, crashing nose-first into the ground. At first the armored truck tried to swerve and avoid them, but there were too many. Dom thought he saw one of the motorcyclists slide free, avoiding getting crushed. But soon there was a mountain of cars in front of him. On all sides of the armored vehicle. Pinning it in place. Dom pulled closer as things settled down, then slid his car into park.

"Tell me again why it was necessary for me to do this, when you can drop a dozen cars on something?"

Cipher chuckled in his ear. "It's not necessary. But you're still going to do it."

Frowning, Dom opened the door and stepped out, strapping on the bulletproof body armor he had in his backseat along with a shield to block anything of a higher caliber. Snapping a mask over his head he reluctantly approached the armored vehicle.

There wasn't any movement amongst the pile of cars, but that didn't mean anything. The truck would have two guards up front, and they would have the keys to the safe where the chip was kept. Sure he had tools in his car he could use to cut into the armored car. But that would take the kind of time he didn't have. He moved towards the driver's side.

A gun poked out of the window and Dom ducked behind the shield as it fired, bullets pinging against the metal. He inched closer slowly, waiting for the tell-tale click that old him it was out of ammunition. He had a pistol tucked into a holster at his waist,but he didn't reach for it. He wasn't about to shoot people who were just doing their jobs. Bad enough for those crushed beneath Cipher's hail of cars.

"Don't come any closer!" One of the guard warned, and Dom poked his head out to see that he was aiming another gun, though this one was a much smaller handgun. He wasn't going to fire wildly and waste what bullets he had left.

He turned his head, but didn't hear the sound of the door opening or anything that might indicate what the second guard was up to. "Toss out the keys," Dom said. "And you can go."

"Fuck off," the guard replied. "You know we won't do that."

"And you think this ends if you put a bullet in me here?" he asked. "Look around you."

The guard hesitated and then Dom could hear the two men talking in hushed voices for a minute. He hoped that they would just agree and hand over the keys, but it seemed unlikely.

"You'll have to come and take it!" The guard shouted back.

Yeah, called it.

Dom hunched low behind the shield and sped up, rushing for the driver's side door. The guard cried out , ducking back inside. But not before he squeezed off two panicked rounds that shattered the window.

Dom tossed a gas grenade in through the opening, holding his shield against the window and ducking his head. He could hear them coughing and scrambling to escape out the other side, and waited until he heard the sound of the door opening, the two men stumbling out of the car, still hacking. He darted around the front. One of them was still clutching the pistol, gasping for breath and Dom kicked it from his hand, pressing one booted foot against the man's chest.

"Keys," he demanded.

Shaking, the other guard fished them from the hook of his belt and handed them over.

"Now get out of here," Dom ordered.

Stumbling to their feet, the guards clambered over the pile of twisted metal and broken cars, shouting for help.

He didn't have long, so Dom unlocked the back of the truck, tossing the shield aside. Inside there was a safe, which he unlocked as well. And inside of that was a small metal case. He grabbed it, and taking that and the keys, strode back to his waiting vehicle.

He hastily tossed the case inside and stripped off the body armor, chucking it into the backseat. Then he climbed in, shifted the car into drive and turned down an alleyway towards his planned escape route.

Only to be stopped in his tracks. He rubbed a hand over his brow and let out a sigh.

"What is it?" Cipher demanded.

"I just found my team," he replied, staring at row of six cars in front of him. His eyes went first to Letty, staring at him from the red Corvette. Roman, Tej, with Ramsey in the passenger seat, Hobbs in the big Jeep as expected, and Deckard Shaw giving him an infuriating little smirk.

Sure, he could turn around and go back the way he came, but odds were that emergency responses were heading that way, not to mention the mess Cipher had made the road. He'd be lucky if there was a path. But it was a better bet than trying to play chicken with his team. They sure as hell wouldn't be moving and a head on collision wouldn't help him.

Yanking the wheel he spun around the way he'd come and kicked into a higher gear, bursting out onto the main road. He could hear the roar of engines behind him and knew they were following.

Veering around smoking wrecks and abandoned vehicles, Dom took the next left, the team hot on his heels.

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"You know he's going to try to lose us," Hobbs said, weaving around an ambulance that was barreling towards them.

"Maybe he'll get stuck in traffic," Roman commented. "This is New York, after all."

Letty glanced over at Tej who was nearly alongside her. "I'm going to try and catch up with him," she said. "You guys take the side road and see if we can flank him."

"Everyone know's what they're supposed to do, right?" Tej asked.

"Why do I feel like that's directed at me?" Roman asked.

"Roman, it's always directed at you," Hobbs offered.

As Letty closed the gap between Dom's car and her own, the others peeled off, taking side streets to the right and left. Ahead she could see that traffic was looking a bit more normal, though it seemed like police were blocking off the area for the most part. Dom weaved around a slow SUV and she followed, the gap between their cars shortening.

When Dom turned his head to meet her gaze his face was hard, a stony mask, and even though she knew it was an act, she knew why this was happening, Letty couldn't help the anxiety that balled in her stomach. Then Dom hit the button for the nitrous and pulled ahead of her again.

"Oh no you don't," she muttered, hitting the button she'd installed earlier that day. The grappling hook went flying, embedding itself into the back of Dom's car. She spared a moment of interna dismay for doing that to the Charger, but this was the plan.

She slammed on the brakes, even though a part of her knew it would probably be useless. Dom probably had more horsepower in that beast than two of their cars put together. And true enough she was struggling to keep the Corvette from being swung into parked cars as he dragged her along behind.

"I could use a hand here," she said.

"Cavalry is right on time came Tej's response as he pulled onto the road alongside her, firing off his own grappling hook.

But soon Dom was dragging both of them along behind. Now they were avoiding hitting one another along with anything else on the street.

"Watch the brakes," Letty told him. "We don't want the line to snap."

Ahead of them Dom slowed to a stop as he came to a four way intersection. Ahead of him, Roman idled, Hobbs and Shaw on the crossroads. As if at once they fired their own hooks, catching the side at either door and embedding in through the front grill to the body beneath.

There wasn't anywhere for Dom to go.

The cars strained against one another as they kept the lines taught, the beast of a Charger in the center, wheels burning rubber as he tried to break free. He met Roman's gaze, then shifted up a gear, pressing hard on the breaks. He could see Roman screaming something as they drew closer, the Charger crunching into the front fender of the Bentley he was driving. Roman glared, then shifted into reverse, backing away. At the same time, Dom shifted into reverse, and before Roman realized what he was doing the line drawing them together was pulled too taut, flipping the lighter Bentley with it anchored to the roof.

The line snapped, and Dom turned, yanking open the driver's side door. The sudden motion ripped it from it's hinges, sending Hobbs' Jeep careening backwards. He did the same to the passenger door, sending off Shaw in the opposite direction, then turned to look over his shoulder, backing all the way up until the two cars still tethered to him flipped inwards, smashing into each other.

The Charger, however, took just as much damage, the weight of the cars causing the back end to flip up and over, and Dom had a moment of confusion before he unbuckled his seatbelt and slid out of the car.

He grabbed the case and took off, darting down a side street.

Letty was crawling out of her own car as she caught sight of him. She looked over at Tej who waved her on as he helped Ramsey climb out her window. "I'll check on Roman and the rest. You go after Dom!"

Letty gave him a sharp nod before sprinting down the street. She saw Shaw pass ahead of her coming down from the opposite direction and slowed a little, panting as she came to the corner. Peering out she could see Dom and Deckard facing one another. They were saying something, but she couldn't hear what.

Shaw's hand went to his waist, then Dom lifted the pistol in his hand and fired twice. Letty felt her blood go cold, even knowing what she knew. It was almost like she didn't even recognize the face of the man she loved. The face of her husband.

He hadn't noticed her yet though, turning away from Shaw's body to walk the opposite direction. Letty watched him for a moment, debating if she should go after him, but she could hear sirens. EMTs were making their way to Shaw. She turned and ran back to the others. They had to beat it, before the cops arrived