Quater-Mile// Dominic Toretto

7

Since I'm wanted by the police, I've decided LA is no longer for me. I really just want to find Dom and live happily ever after in Mexico with him, but I can't. Not yet at least. I've got to lay low for a while. Figure things out. And Miami is just calling my name.

My friend Suki has a crew of her own down here. It's an all-girl group and I wish we had one like it back home. Suki introduced me to Tej her on again off again boo who referees the street races down here and to Jimmy a mechanic and car tuner who helped me get a new car when I got down here. I left my 1997 Nissan 240SX with Mia in LA. It was my first car, and I wasn't ready to get rid of it. I got myself a Dodge Viper SRT-10 that Jimmy and I have been working on. When I got it was a hideous orange color so the first thing we did was paint it black. Then Suki hooked me up with some sweet decals.

I was surprised when a few months after I showed up in Miami a certain blonde haired ex-cop walked into Tej's garage. I never thought his running would lead him to the same place it led me.

It's a race night here in Miami. Though I'm not racing tonight I am here to support Suki.

"All right, all right, all right. Fire 'em up! We go live in five,

Tej shouts. "It's time for ignition and straight automobile pimp."

I turn to Suki. "You ready?"

Suki smiles. "I'm always ready." She turns to her crew who is wiping down her car. "All right, ladies! We're good! We're good."

"That's it, babies," Orange Julius says as he slaps a girl's ass. "Come on, Tej. Let's get this race going!"

"Whoa, whoa, man. Wait a second, man. You cats are first wave, man. Where's your fourth at?" Tej asks.

"Yo, it was Joaquin, but he had to work the graveyard shift," Slap Jack tells him.

"What? Graveyard shift, man?" Tej asks.

"Yo, why don't you run with us, Tej?" Slap Jack asks.

"Hell, no, I'm not runnin' with y'all, man. I'll tell you what, either you find a fourth or you don't race. How 'bout that, huh?" Tej tells him.

"We should find two, so we don't have to roll with skirt here," Orange Julius says. He says something in Spanish I don't catch.

"Idiota," Suki tells him with a not so polite hand gesture.

"Whoa. Whoa. Wait a second. Why don't I just find y'all a fourth and we settle this on the streets, huh?" Tej offers.

"Bring him on," Suki tells him.

"Anybody I want?" Tej asks.

"Tráelo," Orange Julius says.

"No matter who it is?" Tej asks.

"Yeah." Slap Jack nods.

Tej steps off to make a phone call.

"The race starts in four minutes," Tej tells us.

"All right, girls. Let's do this," Suki says.

I step over to Tej. "So, who did you call?"

Tej smiles widely. "You'll see."

Sure enough a silver 1999 Nissan Skyline GT-R R34 pulls through the crowd.

"Yeah. There's our fourth right there," Tej says.

"Shit," Suki remarks. "It's Brian."

None of the racers look happy but I smile. Brian gets out of the car and people cheer. He walks over towards Tej and I.