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ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴜʀᴛɪɴ'
Everyone looked at Damien Noh as if he was the troubled kid. He wasn't troubled, he was just Damien, but no one seeme...
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𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐚'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫
Damien was given everything to make it believable – including a car. Damien got to pick out the cars he wanted and in the span of a week, Damien was driving probably the best car he could have with zero money spent on his end. Agent O'Conner was there every step of the way, only questioning one or two things that Damien did to the car, one was not adding NOS.
Damien's response, he didn't need it.
Damien was given an apartment for a short time, until he was chosen by Braga.
Tonight was the night that Damien would go out and find out where the next race was located. Damien was told by the FBI that Braga had a guy who would go to races around Los Angeles, looking for that one person to recommend back to Braga's team. Damien hoped to be that one person. It was the only way he could keep himself out of jail and back to South Korea.
Damien drove around aimlessly. It felt nice to have a car that he didn't have to worry about doing maintenance on himself – he could crash the car and the FBI would have to give him a new one. It didn't matter what Damien did to the car, they'd have to give him a new one in order to get the job done.
There were a couple of races going on that evening, Damien just had to pick the right one. He decided to stay away from Koreatown, not needing anyone to recognize him and ask questions. The FBI did make him dye his hair back to his natural black color to avoid being seen by someone he once knew.
Damien lowered all the windows, letting the wind blow as he drove down the street. It felt nice being able to drive again, and this time with a valid driver's license. The FBI really came through with Damien's information to make it believable for Braga. It was something he did worry about – he also got them to keep his record as it was, he wanted Braga to see he wasn't worried about jail.
The prepaid phone sat in the cupholder as Damien turned the corner. That thing would make him liable for everything he did with Braga, even if it was just a one-time thing. The deal was that Damein helped them take down Braga, it was a similar deal that the others had gotten too, but with Damien's, he would only be given about four years in prison for vehicular manslaughter than murder. Damien took the deal, even though if this all went south, he'd be dead by the end of the Braga task.
Damien headed down towards the race location. He really hoped he found one of Braga's guys there, because he didn't want to hop along every single race tonight. He wanted to be one and done.
He sat on the hood of the car, a cigarette hanging between his lips. Damien looked around at the racers, looking for anyone who stood out. He played with the lighter in the process, trying to make it look like he wasn't observing the race and their racers. Damien didn't know who he was looking for – the FBI didn't know who was working for Braga and who wasn't when it came to the racing world. As soon as they found a trigger point to get to Braga, they turned up dead, the same way the insiders that the FBI sent in were.
