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The crew raced down the streets of New York, conducting a plan to catch Dom. Leslie drove swiftly beside Deckard, both of them separating from the crew as according to the plan. She turned the corner, Deckard right behind her. "I have eyes on Toretto," she hums. Leslie and Deckard pull up behind Toretto, as the rest of the team trapped him in from the front. He had no where to go. "Guys, I know why Dom's here. Police scanners are saying he stole a nuclear football," Ramsey informs them over the radio.
Leslie closed her eyes for a few seconds, her mind wandering off to her brother. If they did catch Dom, Cipher would kill Lucas without hesitation. Sure, she wasn't exactly close with him anymore but they were still blood and she cared about him. So maybe, catching Toretto wasn't the best idea. Not to mention Cipher must've had a ton of leverage over this man, possibly holding someone he cared about hostage. Who knows? Leslie certainly didn't.
Hobbs pulled down the police radio to speak. "It's over, Toretto. Get your ass outta the car now." Dominic simply revved up his engine in a challenging manner. "So, that's how you wanna play this? Let's play."
"Stay in your positions!" Leslie warned, Dom drove forward. "He's going for it!" Little Nobody falls for the trap, speeding forward. "What are you doing?!" Letty yells. "It's a trap!" Little Nobody's mistake gives Dom the chance to dodge him, driving straight through a flower shop. "You idiot!" Leslie hits her fist angrily on the wheel. She stepped on the gas pedal, driving through the flower shop and after Dom, the crew on his tail. "Now I know what it feels like to be every cop ever chasing us!" Tej shouts.
"We are so never going on that date!" Leslie exclaims towards Little Nobody.
Roman's eyes widened. "Hold on, you gon' go out with the white boy over ya mans right here?! That's just ludicrous!" Little Nobody furrows his brows in offense. "No, no, you already agreed! There's no backing out!" Leslie rolled her eyes, letting out a small scoff, at the corner of her eye she spots Deckard in his car, his jaw clenched as he listened to the conversation. Was he jealous? Or mad? Or possibly annoyed? She had no idea and it was driving her crazy. She wanted to know what he was thinking.
"Hard to argue when I kill you! Now, move out of my way or speed the hell up! I thought you could drive for goodness sake!" Leslie drifts around a car to avoid hitting it and the family of five inside it. "I'm gonna get a little closer. I'm gonna PIT him." Little Nobody says through the radio, Leslie rolls her eyes, "Please explain to me why we needed him? You can't just PIT a Toretto." Roman seemed to agree with her, also wondering what was going through this man's head. "Oh, so, you just gonna PIT, Dom? Little Nobody has clearly lost his little mind."
Dom drifts the corner, Little Nobody right behind him with the rest of the crew on his tail. "I'm on him," Little Nobody said.
