A/N: Sorry to keep most of you waiting. And I hope this is good enough. I'm not that big on cars since I haven't even driven one in all my life. Anyway, R&R.

The next day, in sunny LA, in the parking lot of Dodger Stadium stood a green Mitsubishi Eclipse. Clearly there wasn't a commercial for the Super Bowl being shot right now. Inside the car, Brian O'Conner was in the drivers seat, ready to take his green baby out for a test run. With determination in his eyes and a smirk on his mouth, he clutched the gear shift and started to speed across the lot. His license plate read RNO263 as he began to put the pedal to the metal, wanting to see how far he could push her. He kept pushing the car's speed, going from 100 to max speed of 140 in just 10 seconds, going a quarter-mile. The green Eclipse kept speeding until Brian began to lose control of his car. He was able to get control back and stop, but boy was he frustrated.

"Shit!" Brian exclaimed. He knew he hadn't really mastered the art of speeding yet. But he could worry about that later. He then departed the parking lot, needing to go somewhere else.

In the streets of LA, Brian was now driving in his red Ford F-150 SVT Lightning, wanting to get some 'lunch'. There was only one place that was on his mind for today. His car radio boomed the sounds of hip hop as he pulled up in front of Toretto's, a simple food stand. He then got out and approached the lady at the front counter. She smirked, knowing she has seen him here a lot of times before. And he always ordered the same thing. "Tuna on white, no crust, right?" she asked.

"I don't know. How is it?" Brian asked, to which the female smirked again. She clearly has heard him ask that question before.

"Every day for the past three weeks you've been coming here, and you've been asking me how the tuna is." she said. "It was crappy yesterday, it was crappy the day before, and guess what? It hasn't changed." Brian smiled. The girl was right. The tuna sandwich wasn't that good, but she was one of the very best reasons he loved to come to Toretto's.

"I'll have the tuna." Brian said.

"No crust?"

"No crust." The girl then began to prepare Brian's sandwich. He then glanced at a window where he spotted an older, mixed race man getting up and getting a beer. The two then locked eyes, clearly the first time they ever done that as the girl then gave Brian his sandwich. She then glanced at the auto magazine that Brian was reading when they both heard the sounds of engines revving. A group of cars pulled up, clearly knowing this place. They then got out.

"Talk to me, Jesse." a man exiting the blue street car said. "This ain't working, brother."

Jess, who was in a white street car, exited and said, "It's your fuel map. It's got a nasty hull. That's why you're unloading in third." They then took a look under the hood of the blue car.

"I told you it was third." Another male said.

"I lengthen the injector pulse another millisec, and just tune the nos timer, you'll run nines." Jesse explained, clearly knowing his stuff. The man Jesses was talking to then pointed out Brian's Ford F-150 SVT Lightning. They have seen that truck come around there before, and clearly, they weren't happy that it was here again. He then saw Brian and the girl chatting. And the man had envy in his eyes.

"What's up with this fool?" the man asked, clearly jealous. "What is he? Sandwich crazy?"

"No, V. He ain't here for the food, dawg." the second male said.

"Shut up. He's just slingin' parts for Harry, man." the female said, clearly knowing Brian's business. Or so she thought.

"I know what he's slinging." Vince said, wanting Brian to back away.

"He's trying to get into Mia's pants, dawg." the second male smirked as they approached the counter.

"What's up, guys?" Mia asked with a smile.

"How you doin', Mia?" Jesse asked.

'How you livin', girl?" the other female smirked before noticing the man Brian locked eye with, clearly knowing him. "Hey Dom, want something to drink?" Dom held up his drink, and the female nodded. Vince sat next to Brian, trying to intimidate him by just staring at him. Mia noticed it and became worried.

"Vince!" Mia shouted, getting his attention. "Can I get you anything?"

Vince just smiled, clearly in love with her. "You look good." Vince said as Brian got up and paid for his lunch.

"Thanks a lot, Mia. See ya tomorrow." Brian promised. When Vince heard that, he began to really get jealous, not wanting a buster to get into his girlfriend's pants before he did.

"Yo!" Vince shouted as Brian began to leave. He didn't want Brian to come back to his hangout and try to flirt with Mia. "Try Fatburger from now on! You can get yourself a double cheesburger with fries for 2.95, faggot!"

"I like the tuna here." Brian said, not wanting to start a fight, but Vince wasn't backing down.

"Bullshit, asshole! No one likes the tuna here.'

"Yeah, well, I do." Vince finally had it and pushed Brian onto his truck. Brian got back up and punched him in the gut. A fight broke out. The two dudes started to rumble, with Mia looking on with worry, while Jesse and the others just watched with amusement.

"Seriously Dom! Would you get out here?! I'm sick of this!" Mia shouted, hoping he would break it up. "I'm not fucking kidding, Dom! Get out there!"

Dom got up and saw Vince gut punching Brian, hoping to pin him down. He was clearly amused. "What'd you put in that sandwich?" he asked.

"That's really funny." Mia said, sarcastically.

"All right." Dom said as he began to walk towards the fight, knowing it was time to break it up. Brian was able to knock Vince down and was about to land a punch before Dom pushed him onto the hood of his truck, and clearly Dom was not happy.

"Hey look, man, he was in my face!" Brian said with his hands up, not wanting to cause more trouble.

"I'm in your face." Dom said with a glare. Vince wanted to take another swing at Brian, but he was held back by Dom's crew. "Don't push it! Relax! You embarrass me!" Vince huffed and walked away. "Jesse, give me his wallet." Jesses nodded and handed Dom Brian's wallet, allowing him to see his ID. "Brian Earl Spliner. Sounds like a serial killer name. Is that what you are?"

"No man." Brian smirked, but Dom kept his glare, not wanting anymore funny business.

"Don't come around here again." Dom warned. Brian shook his head as Dom walked away.

"Hey man, you know this is bullshit!" Brian shot back. Dom walked back to him, but kept his cool.

"You work for Harry, right?" Dom asked, noticing the logo on Brian's Ford F-150 SVT Lightning.

"Yeah, I just started." Brian answered.

"You were just fired." Dom said, still not backing down as he walked away.

In the skies of America, Kim and Ron were flying in Kim's celebrity friend, platinum super music star Britina's private jet, on their way to LA. Kim was now wearing her pale yellow blouse and blue pants, talking with Britina as Ron and Rufus munched on some shrimp. She playfully rolled her eyes at them before turning back to Britina. "Thanks for the lift, Britina." Kim smiled.

"No biggie, Kim. You know you and I are like super BFFs." Britina smiled, making Kim blush under her smile. "So, I heard you got your driver's license!"

"You bet!" Kim squealed with delight. "I got some more freedom!"

"Good for you!" Britina giggled. "So, what kind of car are you gonna get? It better be some eye candy, in case of some boys." Kim giggled at that.

"Well, I don't know if my dad will let me get one...yet." Kim grinned. She then got up and checked her luggage. She had packed every single one of her clothes but her eyes went wide as she realized something: she had forgotten her mission clothes! "You got to be kidding me!"

"What's wrong, KP?" Ron asked, stopping his eating with some shrimp hanging out from his mouth.

"I forgot my mission clothes!" Kim exclaimed. "That's never happened!"

"Oh man." Rufus squeaked, face palming his tiny face.

"I can't fight Motor Ed in my regular stuff. I hate to see this baby get ripped." Kim pouted.

"Girl, chill. You said this was an undercover mission, right?" Britina smiled, to which Kim nodded. "Well, if you're gonna be working undercover, you can just use your regular threads. Clothes don't make the hero anyway." Kim smiled at that, knowing Britina kind of had a point.

"Wow, that's way better than what I would have said." Ron said with an impressed smile, with Rufus smiling and nodding in agreement.

"Thanks, Britina." Kim said.

"No biggie. Anyway, if you ever need anything, like extra clothes or a car of your own, just tell me." Britina said. Kim's eyes went wide at the last part.

"You'd seriously give me one of your cars?" Kim asked.

"Why not? I got, like, 13 of them! After all, you save the world. Wouldn't it be nice if you had just a little bit of a big reward like a sweet ride?" Britina smiled, to which Kim smiled back.

"I'll think about it." Kim promised.

Back in LA, at The Racer's Edge auto part store, Brian's truck pulled into the parking lot. He then exited and went inside as Harry was on the phone with Dom. "Dominic, I appreciate what you did for me. I owe you." Harry said before hanging up and glaring at Brian. "Brian, you're messing with my business! When Dominic drives, he's golden." He continued to talk as they walked towards the back. "Kids pour in here, they want everything he has, every performance part, and they pay cash!" Brian got to the sink and washed the cut on his face.

"What did Dominic say?" Brian asked.

"You don't wanna know." Harry said, but Brian knew his boss was bullshitting him.

"What did Dominic say?" Brian asked again, not backing down.

"He wants you outta here." Harry answered as Brian changed his shirt.

"He wants me outta here?" Brian asked, clearly still pissed about fighting Vince. "And what did you say to Dom?"

"What did you think I said? I told him good help is hard to find." Harry said, clearly exasperated about what happened.

"Hey. Relax." Brian simply said, hoping to put Harry's mind at ease. "I need nos." Harry sighed, knowing why Brian wanted it.

"No." Harry said as they walked back to the front of the store, but Brian wasn't listening.

"My car topped out at 140 miles per hour this morning." Brian said, still pissed about his performance earlier that day, but Harry needed him to understand the dangers of an amateur racer like him.

"Amateurs don't use nitrous oxide! I've seen the way you drive. You got a heavy foot. You'll blow yourself to pieces." Harry said with concern, but Brian still wasn't listening as he faced the nos tanks.

"I need one of these. One of the big ones." Brian said, knowing his stuff. "Actually, let's make it two. And Harry? I need it by tonight." He then walked away before he heard a cell phone ringing. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black cellphone. The number was a private one. He immediately answered it. "Hey. Are they coming? Good. When? Great. Cutting a little close, but we should still have time. It's happening tonight. I hope they know their stuff. I've been nervous about this whole thing. Please tell them to meet me in the back and I'll give them the deets. Thank you. Bye." Brian hung up and sighed, clearly still worried about tonight.

Next chapter, Brian and Team Possible meet. And Kim clearly needs Ron and Wade's help to navigate the street racing world. But will they be able to by tonight?