The night air was hot and still, warmed and lit by the fires flaring up about the track - music pounded the air, bodies writhing to the beat.
Ignoring the drunk and drugged-up party still going on, Brian walked through the crowd to Dom's trailer, Kim and Ron close behind him. He knocked on the door. "Mia?" he called out, and waited. Hearing no answer, he turned his head to glance meaningfully at Kim, who nodded in return. She grabbed Ron's hand and pulled him aside while Brian pulled the door open and stepped in. "Mia?" he called as he looked around, but found it empty. He strated to turn away, when he heard a familiar voice from outside. ". . .now I'm asking you not to go. . ."
Brian crouched down and looked out a window to see Mia talking heatedly to Dom, Vince and Leon standing awkwardly nearby. ". . .no, don't give me that. . ." Mia snapped at Dom. Brian couldn't hear the next few words, but he watched as Dom turned away, he Vince, and Leon, climbed into their cars and drove away while Mia stood, watching after them forlornly.
He burst out the door, not even looking at Kim and Ron as he raced around the trailer. "Brian?" Kim called after him.
"Yo, Brian!" Ron echoed her.
Mia walked through the party, between parked cars, past a couple passionately making out, but she didn't seem to see any of it; she walked slowly, her expression blank, her eyes staring into the distance.
"Mia!" Brian shouted, catching up to her. He caught her arm, walking by her side. "
What's going on?"
"What?" she said dismissively.
"You know what I'm talking about," he snapped; behind them, Kim and Ron were catching up.
"I don't know, Brian."
"Oh, so what, have you always had tears in your eyes when Dom drives away?"
She gave him a look, , hal-puzzled, half-angry, but present, paying attention. "What is the matter with you?"
"Come on, what's your brother racing off in the middle of the night for?" Brian snapped. "I'm talking about the trucks, you know about the trucks-"
Mia finally stopped walking; she turned on her heel to glare hotly up at him. "No, Brian!' she shouted into his face. "What trucks? Jesus, Chri-
Brian's face twisted with a scowl; he reached out and grabbed Mia by the arm, forcing her to turn and face him.
"What-"
"Listen to me," Brian said, his voice low and intense, staring her right in the eye. "Mia, I'm a cop."
She looked away and back again. "What are you talking about, Brian, what is this?"
Kim and Ron stopped just out of arm's length, watching, a little breathlessly, as Brian prepared to bare all. "Mia, ever since the first time I met you, I've been undercover. . . I'm a cop."
Mia stared up at him, aqnd slowly her face tightened. "Oh, you bastard," she whispered, fresh tears rising in her eyes. "You bastard!" she snapped, starting to turn away.
"Mia-" Brian said, reahcing for her.
"Get off of me!" she shouted.
"Mia, listen to me!" Brian roared, dragging her back to him. "Everything I ever said I felt about you is real. I swear it!" he said intensely, while she tried to avoid his piercing gaze. "I swear to G-d," he went on, his voice low, hoarse. "You've got to believe me. But right now this isn't about you and me."
"He's right, Mia," Kim said, coming to stand beside them.
Mia whirled about and looked at Kim as if for the first time. "You, too?" she said, weakly, awkwardly.
"Your brother's out there and he's about to pull a job, and we're running out of time," Brian said, dragging Mia's attention back to him.
"Those truckers, they're arming themselves; Dom, Vince, Leon, Letty; they're driving straight into a gunfight, and they're going to get hurt, even killed!" Kim said urgently.
"They're working for Motor Ed is gonna geet rid of them!" Ron added.
"And you know what, they may make it through the night, they might outrun Motor Ed, but then they'll be the fall guys, and every law enforcement agency in California is coming down on them!" Brian snapped. "If you don't want anything to happen to your bother, to Letty, to Leon, to Vince, then just get in the car with me right now; you have to help them.
Mia looked at him, then at Kim and back again, her lips parted, her expression confused, her eyes uncertain.
"Mia, you are the only one who can help us right now," Kim told her. She reached out and put her hand on Mia's shoulder. "You've raced against me, Mia; you know I don't bluff; if we don't stop this, something bad will happen to the people you care about -who we care about."
Mia stared from brian to Kim, to Ron, and back again, as if trying to avoid looking at something, as if she were trying to find some awy out. her dark eyes slid away from Brian and she stood still for a long moment.
Engines roared as they plunged through Race Wars, making fast for the exit and the open road beyond, Kim and Ron close beyond brian and Mia; the moment they were clear of the crowds, they opened up their engines and tore off into the darkness.
Quite some way away, Dom pulled his car to a stop, headlights picking out a few parked cars standing covered with canvas. Behind him, Vince and Leon stop as well; he got out, Letty clambering out of the other side, Vince and Leon exiting their car as well. Dom walked up by the cars, pulling the canvases off, revealing three identical black Honda civic Coupes.
"Alright, we're one minute short," he said as his crew worked efficiently to stow and ready gear. "Letty, I need you on the left side!" He caught a bag tossed to him by Leon and opened up a door.
"Your sister's right about this one," Leon said, walking up. "This don't feel good," he added, handing a long-handled tool to DOm.
Dom turned on Leon, his face grim. He raised a warning finger. "Don't do that," he said softly.
Letty handed him another. "Something's wrong," she said.
"Stop!" Dom snapped.
"We shouldn't be doing this without Jesse," she muttered, then turned away.
"Look, this is the mother lode, we've been on this for three months; after this, it's a long vacation for everyone." He looked around at the crew. "Let's go!" Vince and Leon moved to finish everything; Letty stood by unhappily, and Dom walked up to her. "Listen," he told her, putting his hands on her shoulders. "The other night, I had a dream," he told her softly, looking her in the eyes. "That you and I were on a beach in Mexico."
"Oh, really?" she said skeptically.
"Really." He leaned down and kissed her. "Come on, let's make this happen," he said, turning away, Letty followed right behind him.
Leon and Vince shared a cautioning look as Dom and Letty mounted up. "Leon!' Dom said. "Keep on those scanners!"
"Copy that," Leon responded.
"All right, let's go!"
Inside the Supra, the atmosphere between Brian and Mia was very very quiet. So quiet it almost drowned out the roar of the engine as they raced down the dark road. Mia had a road map open in her lap, trying to work out where Dom would go for his job.
They shared a glance, unable to narrow the area down any further than a huge swathe of the state. After a long moment, Brian reached down with one hand to grab his phone. "Hey, Kim?" he called.
"Go, Brian," Kim said, holding her wheel tight with one hand, while beside her, Ron struggled with the open map that seemed to have opened too far and almost buried him in its leaves.
"Do you guys have any idea where Dom would go for a job now?" Brian asked, trying to ignore the hurt look in Mia's eyes as she looks at him.
"I'm afraid not," Kim admitted, glancing sidelong at Ron as he fought with the paper - it seemed to be winning. She hesitated. "Wait, I have an idea," she added, and pushed a few buttons.
Brian and Mia heard a hiss as the screen of Kim's Kimmunicator turned to static for a moment, clearing to reveal Wade, his portly form clothed in purple pajamas and a nightcap. "Hey, Kim," he said with a yawn. "What up?"
"Wade, we need you to find where Dom is right now," Kim said.
"Checking," he clicked a few keys for a moment. "Sorry, Kim; the only phone number I have for him is still at Race Wars."
Brian glanced at Mia, who had an strange look in her eye. "Mia," he said, a certainty gripping him. "What's Dom's other number?"
She looked away.
"Come on, Mia, he's gotta have some way for you to contact him if there's trouble," Brian said. He held out the phone before her.
Wordlessly, she raised her hand and took the phone. She turned to look at him, unshed tears of anger shining in her eyes, so Brian must look away. "323- 555-6439," she said, her voice unsteady. Then she shoved the phone back into Brian's hand.
"Thank you," he whispered, then raised the phone again. "Yeah, you get that?"
"Got it, checking now," Wade's voice came back. "Got it; he's on Northbound 86, Mile 114 outside Cotachella."
Brian dropped the phone, then reached over and grabbed the map out of Mia's lap. "Let me see this!" he snapped. He stared at it, his eyes snapping back and forth between the map and the road ahead. "Alright, I think we're about 40 miles away," he said, dropping the map.
"What are you gonna do?" Mia asked worriedly.
Brian doesn't answer, not meeting her eyes.
"What are you gonna do?" Mia asked again.
The three car convoy comes to a halt, headlights picking out Motor Ed stopped in the road atop his motorcycle. Doors open and Dom and the crew clamber out. "You're late, dude," Motor Ed said without preamble.
"We're still on schedule," Dom said lightly.
"All right, dude; let's hit it!" Motor Ed said with a grin.
"There's one thing," Dom tells him. "This is our last job; after tonight, we're clear." He stared closely at Motor Ed. "You hear that?"
Motor Ed stepped into the light. "Yeah, dude, I hear ya," he said.
"This is the last one," Dom told him, shaking his head. "After tonight, no more jobs."
"Dude, seriously, I was just thinking that," Motor Ed said with a smile. He paused. "Like, dude, seriously, I was just thinking that. Seriously," he added.
Dom nodded turned to his crew. "Alright, let's go!"
They all jumped back in, and engines roared, breaking the pre-dawn air as they took off for their last job.
A high-backed truck, an 18-wheeler with a large trailer, sped down the highway through the pre-dawn light, the sky a mix of gray and dark blue as the sun slowly approached the horizon from below.
The driver drove steadily, his wheels thrumming on the highway surface, the big diesel engine hammering at the cool air with a constant roar. As the truck drove over a short bridge a sleek black car approached it from the rear, two others close behind.
In the lead car Dom held tight to the wheel, staring intently ahead at the truck, while beside him Vince sat, trying to keep calm, but obviously tense for what lay ahead.
The crew roared over the bridge behind the truck; in his own car, Leon shook one hand while he held tight to the wheel.
Drawing close behind the truck, Dom engaged the nitrous, and his car roared louder as it sped dramatically up, drawing alongside the truck while Vince helped himself into a closed motorcycle helmet. Clutching the wheel with one hand, muscles standing out on his forearm as he struggled to control the car at these dangerous speeds, Dom raised a radio with his free hand. "Okay!" he shouted to be heard over the engine's roar. "Go time!"
He drove his car faster, sliding neatly in front of the truck as the trucker pushed hard on his horn.
The top of Dom's car opened and Vince clambered up, struggling with the weight of a grappling hook launcher in his hands. He leveled it on the cab of the truck and cut loose, the heavy hook piercing right through the windshield; before the driver's startled eyes, the hook opened out, heavy tines catching the heavy duty glass, and the windshield was torn away, falling to the road surface beneath his wheels.
Behind, where he and Letti fought to keep the truck contained, Leon raised his own radio. "We're all good man; I've got nothing' on the scanners!" he reported with a grim smile.
"Keep going!" Leon's radio call echoed in Dom's car as he struggled to keep control with one hand, pushing another heavy grappling hook up toward Vince with the other.
Vince leveled the grappling hook launcher and fired again, this time sending the hook right through the open windshield and embedding it in the empty co-driver's seat. Acting quickly, Vince attached the line to his belt and carefully stepped out over the rear of the car, gripping the line tightly.
In the car, Dom glanced in his mirror, and saw the truck driver, a shaking blurry image at these speeds that made his whole car vibrate,but for an instant Dom saw the driver making a particular motion- "Vince!" he shouted frantically. "Vince!" he hammered on the car roof. "Vince, don't! Get back in!"
Not hearing him, Vince gathered himself, and he leaped off the rear of the car, grabbing at the hood of the truck; as he started to pull himself up, the driver leveled a shotgun through the broken windshield and unloaded a shot of heavy lead that barely missed Vince's head as he ducked below the hood.
Dom's car jerked one way, while the truck turned the other, drifting without the driver's firm grip on the wheel, almost sending Vince falling down the front of the truck.
Dom grabbed his radio again. "He's got a shotgun! Leon!"
"Back off!" Leon shouted back. "Back off! Get him off of there!"
Trapped, barely holding himself from falling, Vince awkwardly removed his heavy helmet, his expression grim. He tried raising himself again, but the driver cut loose with another blast, and again his truck drifted heavily to the right before he could recover.
Dom pulled his car to the right and back so he drove almost level with Vince on the hood.
Vince struggled to hold himself up, kicking out desperately trying to find a foothold. "Get me off this thing!" he screamed at Dom, the wind whipping the words away even as they drowned in the roar of high performance engines.
Dom half-climbed out of his window, holding the wheel with his right hand, almost standing on the gas, he reached out as far as he could with his left hand. "Un- unhook- unhook yourself!" he shouted, his car wobbling dangerously as he brought it closer, struggling to both control it and reach out for Vince. "Do it! Do it!"
"I can't-" Vince started to shout back.
"No, you can do it!' Dom cut him off. he glanced ahead, till fighting for control, then again at Vince, his muscles standing out as he fought against the wind buffeting his body to reach out for Vince's hand. "Come on, man-" he shouted, his teeth gritted.
The driver leveled his shotgun and fired again, blasting away Dom's tail light
Dom fell back into his seat,both hands clawing at the wheel as he almost spun out of control.
Behind, Letti threw her car forward, whipping it around the rear corner of the truck to come up on its left side, her own engine roaring louder as she drew level. "Dom!' she shouted into the radio. "I'm pulling up to distract him!" he threw her car in front of the truck so close she almost swiped against Vince. "Come on, boy!" she shouted, eyes flicking to her mirror "Your shot doesn't get better than this!" she added, her teeth gritted.
As if he heard her, the trucker leveled his shotgun out his window at at and shot again. Letti ducked as heavy shot struck her car, blasting through her rear windshield; her car shuddered, almost spun out, then fell behind. "Son of a bitch!" Letti cursed as she felt her rear tire go flat; despite the roaring of her engine she rapidly lost speed.
Taking advantage of Letti's act, Dom drew close to Vince, half-standing out his window again. Vince shouted to him, his words snatched away by the wind. ignoring it, Dom reached out to get him. "Try to jump!" Dom roared. "One! Two! Three-"
Before the last count had left Dom's mouth, the trucker moved his foot from the gas to his brake; the truck's wheels locked, smoke rising from burning rubber as his truck lurched and bucked. With a scream, Vince was hurled backward, around the corner of the truck's hood and slammed into the cab's door, half-supported and half helplessly trapped by the heavy wire he was still clipped to. The trucker slammed on the gas once more, his heavy booted foot floored it hard, and the truck took off once more, engine roaring.
Dom brought his car closer; Vince flailed helplessly, struggling to grab some hand hold or foothold; Dom saw blood coating Vince's forearm from where the wire wrapped around his wrist. Dom shouted helplessly to him, hand outstretched.
"I can;t get my arm free!" Vince screamed, his face twisted in pain.
"Vince, give me your hand!" Dom shouted.
The car lurched as he fought to control it with one hand, both men shouting as they struggled to reach each other, struggled to stay alive; Vince pulled himself up, fighting to gain some slack in the wire trapping his arm, and his face came right to a small lower window in the cab door; his eyes widened in shock as he saw the huge muzzle of the shotgun pointed right at him. he ducked down even as the shotgun went off, spraying him with broken glass.
Dom fought his car as it jerked and shuddered, still reaching for Vince; their hand almost touched, then Dom's car jerked away again, and he had to grab the wheel with both hands to keep it from going off the road.
Vince screamed helplessly; he was now suspended by his trapped arm, his kicking feet kept scraping against the rough road surface flashing by below. He ducked his head as the trucker fired again, blasting a hole through the cab's door, then again; he blasted Dom's car, blowing out his right front tire.
Vince shouted, watching helplessly as Dom's car shuddered and jerked, sparks flashing from its wheels. "Dominick!" he shouted.
"Vince!" Dom shouted back, fighting to keep up his speed, fighting not to spin out.
"Dom!" Letti shouted into her radio. "Move out of the way, I'm coming to you!" Her car spewing smoke and drew ahead, level with the truck once more. She drew a deep breath, struggling to control her car, then threw it out to the right, straight at the truck; her car swung right underneath the trailer and she came out on the other side, right behind Dom's failing car. Gritting her teeth, Letti threw her car to the left now, ramming it right into one of the truck's high wheels.
Her car almost exploded into the air, thrown high to fall off the road, rolling through the brush and rocks.
"Letti!" Dom screamed helplessly. He grabbed his radio. "Leon!"
"Go!" Leon shouted back.
"Go back for Letti!" Dom shouted. "Get her out of there!"
"I'm on it!' Leon shouted back. "Go!" Smoke rose from every tire as he slammed on his brake and swung his wheel around hard, his jaw clenched as he spun around at speeds that made it more likely he'd join Letti off the road than not. But he threw his car back into gear, more smoke rising from burning rubber as he raced back. "I've got her, you get Vince off that truck!" he shouted. He had to slam on the brakes as almost flew by Letti's crashed car. He screeched to a stop then jumped out. "Letti!": he shouted, half-running, half-falling down through the brush and rocks to where her car lay upside down in pieces. he found her, half-crawling out of the wreckage. "Letti! Are you okay?" he cried out, grabbing her and pulling her free.
Coughing, she struggled to her feet as he pulled her up.
"Come on, we gotta go, let's go!" he shouted, half-carrying her, half-leading her back to the road. Engines roared as they reached Leon's car, and Brian saw them as he drove by, followed right behind by Kim.
His sharp eyes picked out an unfamiliar shape ahead that rapidly resolved into Motor Ed atop his motorcycle; forgotten and ignored by the crew in their panic, the super villain swung out from the open rear of the trailer with a wide triumphant grin.
Ahead, Dom kept his failing car alongside the truck, which rocked back and forth as the trucker tried to keep his damaged truck straight. Then another gunshot rang out, and blood burst out from Vince's side.
"Vince!" Dom shouted helplessly, then he ducked as yet another shot struck his car, blasting through his side mirror and into his engine; he ducked low as a thick column of steam rose from under the hood; his car shuddered and dropped back.
"Dominic!" Vince shouted weakly, watching as Dom dropped away, his car spun out of control, half-crashing off the road.
But then a pair of cars raced by him in a blur. Brian's eyes glanced from Motor Ed to Vince; his heart hammered as he watched the super villain start to drive away, sever cases strapped to his bike, but then he turned away from Motor Ed, hurrying to draw level with the truck.
Behind, Ron looked over at Kim. "Uh- Kim?" he asked uncertainly. "Are we gonna let him get away?"
Kim, hunched over the wheel, bared her teeth in a grimace. "We have to, Ron!" she said. "We can't let Vince die!" While Brian raced toward Vince, Kim brought her car up the left side of the truck, her eyes glance from the road ahead to the truck and back again every second.
Vince reached out helplessly as Brian and Mia dew level with him. Brian's mind raced , thinking quickly he reached up with one hand and punched at the roof, knocking it away with a crash. "Here, take the wheel!" he shouted to Mia.
"What do you mean, 'take the wheel'?" she shouted back.
"Just take the wheel! Put your foot on the gas!" he shouted. Engines roared and tires squealed, drowning out any other word for a moment. "I'm gonna get him!' Brian shouted. "Get your foot on the gas!"
"Okay, okay!" Mia cried out, fumbling to take the wheel from Brian's hands and get her foot on the gas as he unbuckled his seatbelt and pulled himself half-out of the car. "Alright, keep her steady!": he shouted as Mia slid into the driver's seat and he pulled himself completely out of the car.
"Hang on" she shouted.
"Hang on Vince!" Brian shouted to Vince, who hung limply from the wire. he looked down at Mia. "Try to get me a little closer!" he shouted.
"All right!" she shouted back, struggling to control the powerful car at these speeds, while slowly edging the car over to the left.
"Closer!" he said. Then: "Hold it right there!" he gathered himself, then leaped over the side of the car, reaching for the truck.
"No!" Mia shouted helplessly, then brian's body slammed into the side of the truck, and his reaching hands found a hold. Gripping tight with his left hand, he grabbed at Vince, who weakly tried to pull himself up. "We're gonna get you off this thing!" Brian shouted, his voice barely audible. "Don't let go!"
On the other side of the truck, Kim and Ron looked up into the cab and saw the driver awkwardly sliding fresh shells into his shotgun. "Uh- Kim?" Ron said.
Brian fumbled at the wire, his own hands scraped raw on the steel cable as he jerked it around, unwinding it from Vince's forearm. He shouted almost unintelligibly at Vince every second, trying to keep him awake, keep him alive as Vince's clothes were soaked with blood. "Get your arm around me!" he shouted, pulling Vince close.
"Ron, take the wheel!" Kim told him, while reaching over with one hand to release her belt.,
"What are you doing-" Ron started to ask as he grabbed the wheel.
"Keep us alongside!" Kim told him without explaining; she gathered herself, then leaped out her open window, her toned body swinging lightly through the rushing air to land lightly on her feet atop the roof of her rushing car.
Ron cried out as he grabbed at the wheel, sliding awkwardly into the driver's seat so the car rocked beneath Kim, but she flexed her legs to stay upright, looking toward the trucker in his cab; the truck heeled over as the driver fumbled with only one hand on the wheel and the other struggling to reload his shotgun; Brian and Vince were almost sent flying, but Vince clutched at Brian with all his fading strength while Brian held him tight and kept a firm hold on the truck. "Come on, Mia! Get closer!' he shouted hoarsely.
Mia, still fighting for control glanced wildly at at him, and tried to bring the car over.
"Get closer! Come on!" Brian shouted again while the trucker locked his shotgun and cocked it. Gathering himself, he threw Vince with all his strength, his almost-limp body crashed into the roof of Brian's car, then he tumbled down into the passenger seat beside Mia.
Brian straightened up, and a blur of motion out of the corner of his eye made him turn to look right down the barrel of the shot gun as the trucker leveled it right on his head.
On the other side of the truck, Kim jumped; her trained body flew lightly through the air, hands outstretched, and she dove clear through the driver's open side window. "Sorry!" she shouted, pulling him back, then lashing out with her foot to knock the shotgun out of his hand.
Brian turned away and dove away from the truck, landing awkwardly on the roof of his car; he cried out as he scrabbled for a handhold, while Mia struggled to control the wildly rocking car
The driver struggled against Kim as she backed out of the window and jumped away to land back on the roof of her car, and the truck heeled over to the right; it nudged hard against Brian's Jetta. "Dammit!" Mia screamed as the wheel jumped under her hands, and the car turned, almost tumbling off the road as it spun, drifted through some greenery and finally came to a halt in a cloud of dust.
Kim took back the wheel from Ron and slammed on the brakes, spinning them around to come back. As they arrive,, Brian and Mia are pulling Vince out of the car as gently as they can.
"Uh, Kim. . ." Ron said anxiously, seeing Leon pull up, a cloud of sand flying from his wheels as he screeched to a stop, Dom leaping out the door before it's even stopped. He saw Brian and Mia huddled over Vince's prone body, then leaned back in as Leon scrambled out the other side. He looked at Letty, huddled and bloody in the back seat. "It'll be opkoay now," he said softly, his eyes soft with concern. "I love you." he straightened up and turned back toward the others. "Watch her," he told Leon as he walked by.
"You got it!" Leon said turning back to Letty.
Vince coughed, his body jerking and face twisted with pain as Brian wrapped a belt around his arm for a tourniquet. "Come on, Vince, hang in there, come on!" Brian shouted at him as Ron, Kim, and Dom hurried to join them.
Dom dropped to his knees beside brin who turned to him, his hands covered in Vince's dark blood. "If we don't get him to an ambulance in ten minutes, he's dead!: Brian snapped. he turned to Mia. "Hold this, just like that!"
"I got it," she said, grabbing the tourniquet from Brian's hand.
"Hold his arm up!" Brian urged her, then he glanced up, his eyes meeting Kim's, then Ron's. He reached into his pocket and took out his phone, rapidly making a call. "Yeah? Yeah, this is officer Brian O'Connor." Dom's head jerks around, his eyes looking up into Brian's, shock and betrayal on his face. Brian meets his gaze, holding his eyes as he talks, on. "I'm off-duty LAPD, I need an airlift ambulance, right away."
Kim braced herself, watching as Dom slowly straighted up, still staring at Brian in shock.
"My 20 is uh- highway 86, mile marker 147," Brian went on. "I've got one trauma victim, about 34 years of age, six foot,-" he looked up into Dom's face, now twisted with rage, teeth bared, but he went on. "About two hundred pounds. He's got two deep lacerations in his right arm-" Dom turned to look at Mia, who stared back at him with weide eyes. She helplessly shook her head. "-with arterial bleeding. He's got a shotgun wound, close range, to his left flank." Dom turned and looked at Kim, who couldn't meet his eyes.
"Yeah!" Brian shouted. "Yeah, he's going into shock!"
Dom shook himself, then turned back to Vince, who needed help.
Dust flew up from the landed helicopter's spinning rotor blade as Brian helped them paramedics lift Vince into the air ambulance. From nearby, Dom and Mia watched. He slowly turned to her, and she looked back, then he turned away without a word.
Brian slammed the door shut,, then turned around, his gaze meeting Mia's; she stared at him, her face hurt, while behind her, Dom strode away, his back stiff with rage.
Almost drowned out by the chopper's engine, Leon shouted, and waved for them to go; Mia turned to look over her shoulder at him, then back at Brian. They shared a look for a moment, then she looked toward Dom, who shouted at her to come now.
Kim and ron watched as she looked at Brian one last time, then turned and walked away. She clambered into the car past Dom, who glared hotly at them.
Brian jogged away from the helicopter as it lifted off, he watched it go, then turned to meet Dom's gaze as Leon pulled away, turned his car back onto the highway and drove the injured defeated crew away.