Fast And The Furious (Heavy Editing)

Fast And Furious 6

Akira's Pov

"Hi Tej, talk to me. What've we got?" Luke asked, eyes glued to the monitors.

"We managed to track Shaw after he dipped on Akira and Dom, but this dude's got brainpower. We could only trace him so far," Tej explained.

"He knows all the blind spots in the city," I added, shrugging.

"Yeah, we lost him somewhere in this radius," Tej continued, gesturing at the map. "Which means he could be anywhere in this half-mile zone. If we cross-reference phone records, leases—"

"Hold up," Riley interrupted. "This is Shaw's MO all the way. Vantage points, multiple exits, subways, highways, storm drains—it's all here."

"Girl, you keep talking like that, and I'll be out of a job," Luke quipped. "All right, let's go bag this son of a bitch." He brought over some paint samples, dropping them in front of us.

"Wait—how did you even get your hands on this?" I asked, genuinely surprised.

Luke smirked. "Run its prints."

Tej and I got to work, digging into the possibilities.

Later that night.

Luke called Tej, and Tej picked up. "Yo, it's Hobbs," he announced.

I glanced at the screen and burst out laughing. "No way... Samoan Thor? That's what you saved him as?" Tej nodded, trying not to crack up.

"What've you got for me, Parker? Gimme something good," Luke said, cutting through the banter.

"The paint you snagged from Shaw's spot? Highly specialized—anti-thermal, low-IR coating," Tej explained. "Military-grade," Dom chimed in.

I leaned into the phone. "I've got a list of European military bases that use that paint type in those exact colors."

"Cross-check that with Shaw's known military targets," Luke instructed. "I'll bet money one of them lines up."

"Bingo. NATO base in Spain," Tej confirmed.

"That means Owen's in a whole other country now," I said, frowning.

"He's got an eight-hour head start. We gotta move," Dom ordered.

"Tej, send me the deets. Riley and I will lock down the base and personally guard that component. Toretto, I'll handle transport for you and your cars. Brush up on your Spanish, boys—see you en España."

The line went dead.

Getting Ready.

While the others prepped to leave, Dom and I stayed back, waiting for Brian. "You son of a bitch, you made it!" Roman yelled, pulling Brian into a bear hug.

"What up, man? Good to see you," Tej greeted, dapping him up.

Brian looked around. "Where's Akira and Dom?"

"They wouldn't leave without you," Han said, nodding toward us.

Brian jogged over, and Dom hugged him tight.

"Hey," Brian greeted, scooping me up into a hug. "You're back in one piece," I teased, ruffling his hair as he laughed and set me down.

"I found out what happened to Letty. It's my fault," Brian admitted seriously. "Whatever you found out, keep it to yourself. What we're doing now? That's for her," Dom said firmly.

We boarded the plane together.

In Transit.

Roman squinted at me. "Why're you making that face like you're constipated?"