Fast & Furious as Brian O'Connor with a system

Toretto Garage & Tire, A Few Hours Later

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The faint tang of degreaser clings to my nostrils, mixing with the humid scent of motor oil and steel.

My fingers feel raw from wire brushing carbon buildup off the pistons sleeves, but I keep at it. Elbow-deep in a torn-down 2JZ, sleeves rolled, smears of black up my forearms.

It feels good…fixing something up.

I hear the sounds of Dom's approaching footsteps coming up from behind me.

"What's up?" I ask without turning around.

Dom exhales sharply through his nose, and I'm sure that his arms are folded across his chest. "I read your plan."

"The one I wrote up for just Mia, Letty and I" I acknowledge and reach for a shop towel that I use to wipe my hands…well as clean as a shop rag could get them.

"Yeah that one…you really think just the three of you can pull off a heist like that? Using Mia and Letty as bait, you drop the driver of the rig, and steal a rig with a trailer filled with a haul worth over a million?"

"I'm certain we can…gotta scope out the truck's route, and plan where the best place to lay the honeypot trap is where I can just leave the driver and take off with the girls…" I say and finally look away from my work to see Dom's face is unreadable.

"You're willing to use my sister and Letty as honeypots?" Dom asks, his expression still unreadable, must be they only showed him that one and not the road closing fake construction site, one that would have needed more bodies.

I shrug calmly, "As long as it's something they want to do. Letty's the one who said we should make it look like they're broken-down on the side of the road, and have them wear school girl outfits…"

"Personally I prefer the rest stop plan. It's more likely that we'll get the truck we want…"

Dom doesn't say anything, but I see it. The twitch in his jaw. The vein in his neck.

"There's also the construction crew plan but we'd need you, Jesse and Leon to participate to make it believable." I say to Dom who nods in agreement, and surprisingly Dom grabs a stool and wheels it over.

"Let's come up with a plan together…let Johnny Tran use our old method and pull the cops away from us."

I smirk and so does Dom, "We can use Race Wars to establish an alibi for ourselves but still it'd be best to split up and leave L.A. after this heist…" I say and Dom nods, "You're…not wrong O'Connor."

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Vince 3rd pov. Tran's hangout, Little Saigon

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Vince doesn't know what he was expecting…maybe gratitude, some cash hell, even a position licking Tran's shoes anything but this.

Vince stands alone in the middle of the warehouse, a path of skin broke where one of Johnny Tran's guys pistol-whipped him. His ribs ache from being "searched." And now?

Now he's on his knees waiting for Tran to decide whether or not he lives or dies today, while Johnny Tran lights a cigarette…and a couple members of his crew move closer with a gas can.

"You gave us everything," Johnny says, exhaling a plume of smoke. "Names, routes…schedules…codes to the safe. Even Toretto's dirty little secrets."

Vince doesn't respond; he can't with the gag in his mouth that tastes like copper.

Tran's eyes flick over him with bored disgust. "You really hate him that much?"

Vince tires his best to reply through the gag.

Johnny scoffs. "I can see why he replaced you? It's sad that you had the nerve to think we'd take in a rat?"

Vince's stomach drops.

"I gave you everything…" Vince screams on the inside.

Johnny walks closer, eyes sharp as razors. "You're a coward…a snake. You think I want a man in my crew who betrays his own family? You think I trust a man who'd snitch on the person who loves him like a brother?"

Behind him, Lance chuckles and mutters something in Vietnamese. The others laugh as well.

Vince's fists clench, but he doesn't move. He knows what happens if he does.

Tran flicks his cigarette away and steps right up to Vince, close enough for Vince to smell the expensive cologne under the smoke and gun oil. Tran's voice is low. Calm.

"Be thankful I'm letting a disgusting rat like you keep your life…I'd kill you but that would be doing Dominic a favor…" He says and turns his back on Vince without hesitation. The ultimate insult.

"Get out."

Vince stands there, stunned. Not even the guys behind him push him toward the door. He's not worth it. Not even a boot to the ass.

He leaves on shaking legs, each step echoing like a gunshot in the empty warehouse.

Outside, the air smells like hot trash…Vince is trash and he doesn't know where to go from here he can't go home that's for sure.