𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌. 𝐈. 𝐋. 𝐅 {𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐧/𝐘𝐨𝐮}

Chapter Thirty Five.

Best believe I'm back at it ;)

S4E5: Gathering Intel.

Y/n Pov.

Roman: "I did not miss this cold ass place." I chuckled and shook my head.

We landed in London a few hours ago, and we were settling into our Safehouse. Hobbs arranged a place for us to stay and took Dom there to help with dropping off the bags.

Y/n: "I know, but we won't be here for long. We're here to get intel." I mumbled, starting the computers up.

Tej: "Did you speak to anyone yet?" I pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw some messages.

Y/n: "Yes, and it looks like they're already busy." I showed Tej the texts and looked around, seeing Hailey and Mia talking.

I moved my gaze from her and saw Amelia and Conner listening to Gisele. I saw her pull out some guns and chuckled when Conner widened his eyes at how fast she loaded the gun. Amelia looked at her in awe, while Conner looked terrified.

Brian: "It's going to be okay." I looked over at him. "I know it's a lot and when you think about everything, it seems big and messy, but things will eventually sort itself out. We won't let this last forever. There's too much on the line." I smiled.

Y/n: "I know. I'm slowly starting to have some faith again." I sat down at the desk and saw Tej project all the races that would be happening this week.

Dom: "We're back!" We watched him walk inside with Hobbs at his side.

Hobbs: "And we have news. I had my contacts dig up some information, and it looks like a deal went down last week. Big move, good racers and no one could catch them. It looks like Justin-" he stopped talking and looked at Hailey. "I'm sorry. I'm not sure if you want to leave the room for all of this." She stood by my side, Conner and Amelia joining her.

Hailey: "It's okay, we're here for the same thing you are." He nodded, respecting her decision.

Hobbs: "It looks like Justin has another shipment that he wants to be moved out this week. I've got reason to believe that it's bigger than last week and if we catch this one, it can be a warning message." He looked at me.

Y/n: "We will catch them. He has good racers, but none of them are us." I pushed myself off the desk and looked at all the races happening this week.

Mia: "These races look too small. It doesn't look like something he would use to look for more drivers," Tej laughed.

Tej: "You're right but this one might be..." A new location came up on the screen, making us all look at it.

Amelia: "Cash prize of two million? Is he serious?" I hummed.

Y/n: "He is. And it looks like he has someone to handle it all..." I heard my phone ding and looked at the text I received. " Looks like Braga is still pulling some strings in prison for Justin. He got one of our old friends to manage the races." I sent it to Tej to make up the project.

Mia: "Not this bitch." I pursed my lips.

Han: "Wasn't she in Shaw's old crew?" I glared at the picture.

Y/n: "You mean the one that almost killed Mia? Yes." I clenched my jaw. "This is it. This is the race. Justin is looking for drivers and the only way he is going to get them is by holding this race. He wants it to be done fast and handled perfectly. She's good. She listens to the orders she is given." We heard the doors open, making me grab the gun from the desk and point it at the door.

Luke: "Is this the welcome we get?" I put the gun down and sighed.

Deckard: "Looks like the kid learned some moves," I chuckled and went to hug him.