Ride or Die /// Fast and the Furious (Movie 4) /// Book Two

Just Business

Jo, Dom, Anna and Brian were in Jo's garage.

Jo, Anna and Brian were working on the cars Jo left for them.

Dom was calling Giselle.

Giselle was loading a gun. "Yes?"

"It's Dom," Dom told her.

"I was just thinking about you," Giselle told him. "You know, when I gave you my number, I was hoping you'd call. But not under these circumstances."

"What circumstances?" Dom asked. "Me being alive?"

"Don't take it personally," Giselle told him. "It's just business."

"I got some business of my own," Dom told her. "Get Campos."

Giselle was standing nearby Campos, handing him the phone. "It's them."

Campos took the phone to talk to Dom. "Uh-huh."

"Was that how Braga inspires loyalty?" Dom asked. "Killing his drivers?"

"One can always find more drivers," Campos told him. "It's just good business."

"I want to trade," Dom told him.

"Braga doesn't negotiate," Campos told him.

Dom chuckled. "Fine. You explain to him how all of a sudden $60 million worth of product disappears. I know that can't be good for business."

"What do you want?" Campos asked.

"Six million cash," Dom answered. "Delivered by Braga himself." He laughed. "I don't like being shot at. I ain't gonna put my neck out again unless he's got something to lose, too."

"He'll never go for it," Campos told him.

"Either I deal with Braga, or you do," Dom told him.

Campos sighed. "When and where?"

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In a parking garage, Brian, Dom and Anna were waiting.

The FBI were watching from headquarters.

A man looked at Penning. "Sir, players are onsite. Holding positions at the perimeter."

"All right, listen up," Penning told them. "Everybody stay frosty. We don't move a muscle until O'Conner gives the signal. When he gets the money, you know what to do."

A SWAT team was waiting in hiding at the garage.

Brian looked at Dom and Anna. "Well, the good news is, when we get this guy, you two walk out of here free."

"Is that what they told you?" Anna asked.

Brian nodded. "Yeah, that's the deal."

"You still put milk and cookies out for Santa Claus?" Anna asked.

Brian smirked. "Yeah." Four cars pulled up. "Here we go." Brian handed Dom and Anna devices. "In case things go shitty."

"Just like old times?" Dom asked.

"Yeah," Brian answered.

Men got out of the cars, including Campos and Fenix.

Fenix walked closer angrily. "That's what you wanted, right?"

Campos held Fenix back.

They both spoke Spanish intangibly.

Giselle walked closer.

Campos looked at Brian, Dom and Anna. "He's harmless. Don't worry about him. And he's really sorry about Letty. Where's our stuff?"

Brian opened the case to reveal nothing inside. "You mean the stuff that used to be in here, right? Well, you'll see it when we see Braga. That was the deal."

"No worries," Campos told them. "Braga keeps his word."

Campos turned around, making a circling motion with his arm.

The elderly man from the club the other night got out of one of the cars, walking closer.

At the FBI headquarters, the system was running fingerprint scans, coming up with an unmatch. 

The elderly man dropped the bag he was holding to the floor in front of Brian, Dom and Anna. "Two million. You get the rest when I get my property."

In the surveillance room, Brian's partner answered his phone. "Stasiak."

"We got a match," Trinh told him. "Fingerprint's Braga's, a hundred percent. Waiting on facial confirmation via fax."

In the garage, Brian looked at the elderly man. "I got a question for you. You wearing pink when you were clawing your way out of el barrio?"

In the surveillance room, Stasiak spoke to the others. "Order all agents to move in. We got confirmation. Primary suspect wearing gray suit. Let's move."

"Sir, O'Conner hasn't given us the signal yet," a man told him.

"What part of that didn't you understand?" Stasiak asked. "We just got confirmation. Do it!"

"Secure primary suspect in gray suit," the FBI told them. "Repeat! Secure primary suspect in gray suit."

The SWAT team moved into the garage.

The elderly man looked very nervous.

Brian, Dom and Anna knew better.

"You thinking what I'm thinking, right?" Brian asked.

"He ain't Braga," Anna told them.

In the FBI headquarters, Trinh picked up the fax printed paper with Braga's identity.

Arturo Braga.

The picture was of Campos.

In the garage, the SWAT team ran in, shooting up the place.

Braga's team started to shoot back.

Brian covered the elderly man, protecting him from gunfire from the cover of the floor and a nearby car. He looked at Dom and Anna. "Get out of here!"

Campos/Braga and Fenix smirked, getting into their car.

"Run them down," Braga told him.

Fenix raced toward Brian, Dom and Anna.

"Campos is Braga!" Brian told them.

Giselle ducked out of gunfire, into the way of Fenix's car.

Dom ran toward her, tackling her out of the way, over a nearby car. "Come on."

Dom, Giselle and Anna got into their cars, driving away, leaving Brian to deal with the cops and the dead or caught members of Braga's crew.