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"I just got word they caught one of Shaw's men at the base." Tej tells us, as we all stand around in the airplane. "It's time."
"Something is not right." Brian says. "He wanted us to find that guy. Think about it." Brian tells us, as we all circle around. "At Interpol, you were face-to-face with him."
"Brian, so what are you saying?" Dom asks him.
"Braga said the only way you get near Shaw is if he wants you to." Brian replies.
"Tej, where's that component?" I ask.
"They're moving it to a secure location." Tej answers.
We all look at each other, in realization.
"Shaw ain't hitting that base." Dom says.
"He's hitting the convoy." Brian completes.
"Is this what they mean, when they say, think like a criminal?" Blake asks.
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"Fellas, you better hurry up." Tej's voice comes from the radio. "They just took the convoy." He pauses for a moment. "And Dom, Letty's with them."
"We stick to the plan." Dom replies.
"Uh, what exactly is the plan?" Blake's voice comes from beside me.
I roll my eyes, as I pick up the radio.
"Why did he have to be with me, again?" I say into the radio.
"You know, I'm right here." Blake says.
"Because out of all the drivers, you're least likely to kill him." Dom's voice says.
"You guys know that I can hear you, right?" Blake asks.
"I like my odds." I tell Dom.
"You can't let him die." Tej's voice comes. "Our pardons depend on it."
"Can I leave him for dead?" I ask, as I shift the gear.
"No." Brian tells me. "Are you serious right now?"
"What?" I ask, defensively. "I won't be the one killing him. Well, not directly."
"It's disturbing how you all talk." Blake tells me.
"Let's just do this." Dom cuts in.
"All right, you heard the man." Tej says. "Let's play this fast and clean. That thing's heading your way."
I roll my eyes, again, as I put the radio back. I shift the gear again, pressing the gas, speeding up.
"Uh, guys, we gotta come up with another plan." Tej's voice comes. "They got a tank."
"Did you just say a fucking tank?" I ask, into the radio.
"I'm sorry, did somebody just say 'a tank'?" Roman asks.
Dom, Brian and I speed up, and see the tank coming on the opposite lane. The barrel of the tank turns in our direction.
"Oh, fuck." I mutter, as the tank shoots at us, making two cars, in between Dom and Brian blow up.
Brian and I press the breaks, and slide past the debris.
"I'm gonna die." Blake says.
"I'm not complaining." I reply, and he glares at me, as I drive harshly.
"Who's got a plan B?" Roman asks.
"Plan B?" Tej asks, in disbelief. "We need a plan C, D, E. We need more alphabets!"
"Hey, we do what we do best." Brian tells us. "We improvise, all right?"
"Just one." I tell them. "I want a plan to work out just fucking once."
We all take a U-turn, and get in the same lane as the tank. We all speed after it, but suddenly, to all our surprise, the tank moves over the divider, and starts going the wrong way, crushing many cars in the process.
Dom, Brian and I had already sped past the path, so only Roman is able to go after the tank.
We all rush forward, as the tank just keeps on wrecking cars.
"Take their attention away from the people!" Dom yells into the radio.
Roman does that, ending up at the front of the tank. He notices, that the tank was about to fire, so he slams the brakes, and the back of the car ends up hitting the front of the tank, making him miss the shot.
"Roman, you hang in there." Brian tells him. "Hang in there, man!"
"Somebody better do something!" Roman yells, as he tries to start his car again, but it doesn't work. "I got a tank on my ass!"
"There's gotta be a break up ahead." Dom tells us.
The tank fires at an overhead bridge, making debris fall onto the divider, providing the perfect path to cross the divider.
"Valarie!" Brian's voice comes, through the radio.
"Yeah, I got it!" I reply, and turn to Nick. "You might want to hold on."
"I think I'm getting used to this." He tells me, not getting bothered, making me smirk a little.
I don't think he's getting used to this.
I press the gas, harder, and run over the rumble, making the car fly in the air a little.
"Not used to this!" Blake yells, as I laugh, while the tires hit the road. "Not fucking used to this."
Roman jumps into car with Brian, but not before he attaches a cord to the barrel of the tank, making it drag Roman's Mustang behind.
"Brian, that Mustang would make a nice anchor." Dom tells him, as a break in the divider comes, and Brian and the Mustang change the lanes. But, I stay in the same one.
"Yeah, I'm on it." Brian replies.
They hit the car, again and again, as I speed in front of the tank, trying to get the attention away form the people.
Finally, Brian gets the Mustang to fall in the break that was now, now in-between the two lanes, but we see Letty on top of the tank.
"What's she trying to do?" Blake asks.
"Letty!" Dom yells.
"Oh, fuck no." I mumble, as Dom leans out of his car, driving it to the divider, making him soar through he air, as he catches Letty in the air.
I turn the car around, and hit the brakes, and they fall onto the windshield of my car.
I'm so glad I wasn't driving my baby.
I get out of the car, to make sure they are alright.
"You both owe me a new fucking windshield!" I yell at them.
