On The Run (Fast Five) [COMPLETED]

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"Oh no, guys, guys, guys!" Mia says, looking up from the activity monitor on the laptop, "we've got a problem."

"Yeah, the whole team just got burned," Brian says. I watch everybody's picture come up, including mine from when Dom and I got arrested in LA after taking down Braga.

"Now we're all wanted," I say as Mia sits down at the computer.

"Who issued them?" Gisele asks.

"U.S. Diplomatic Security Services, Agent L. Hobbs," Mia says, typing. Brian immediately looks toward the screen.

"Hold on one sec," Brian says, reaching for the keyboard," Hey, Dom, was that the guy you saw in the favela?" On the screen is a tan buff guy with a beard. He looks tough as hell.

"Yeah," Dom says, looking at the picture.

"Hobbs is the leader of the Elite Task Force for the DSS," Brian says.

"So he's good," Tej says.

"When the FBI wants to find someone thats who they call, cause he never misses his mark. This guy is... old testament. Blood, bullets, wrath of god, that's his style."

"And now, he's hunting us," Mia says, looking at Brian, who nods.

"Dom, we gotta move up our timeline," Han says.

"Yeah, with this guy, theres no way we can pull this off with the time we're taking," I say.

"Yeah, but how?" Roman asks, "This has already been tough enough without Wyatt Earp on our tails. If anything we need more room to breathe."

"Romans right, I think we need to get some fresh air," Dom says after silence falls between all of us.

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After Dom explains the plan, I go get ready, because currently, im not wearing anything I'd every wear to a street race.

I dig in my bag and pull out the black leggings, dark red tank top with a three strap design in the back, and a dark red beanie. My hair has grown out a bit since I cut it, since my hair grows fast, and now just touches my shoulders. I put the clothes on with some dark red converse and walk out, and grabbing the keys to my Viper.

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Im sitting on the hood of my car, with one foot on the hood keeping me there, and the other straight, dangling above the ground. Our cars are parked all turned in, making a kind of three sided square made up of the front of each. Dom is leaning against his car, talking to somebody while I sit here, pepsi in hand, talking to Damien who's standing next to my car.

"So, this is your life, huh?" He asks.

"Yup, at least im not the one who pulled a shitty job in NYC," I say and he rolls his eyes.

"Can we please for get about that?" he says.

"Yeah, over my dead body," I say and sip the pepsi while he sighs. I laugh.

He looks at me, "When I saw you, you know I wasn't sure if i was looking at Lorea or some weird, older version of you."

I laugh, "And when I heard your voice, I was surprised at how much a guys voice can lower over a year." Damien rolls his eyes.

He sighs, "Some things never change. Hey, you heard from Demi lately?"

The mention of Demi brings up the painful phone call I had with her a year ago.

"Just promise me I'll see you again,"  

"I told her to stop talking to me for a little while, for her safety, and she did, but she made me promise I'd see her again. I just have to find a way." 

Dame looks at me sadly. 

"After this is all over, we'll see her again," he says.

"How?" I ask.

"I had a guy keep tabs on her, just to make sure she was okay, and she moved to France with that waitress she was living with."

My face lights up.

We continue talking about random things until we hear Hobbs.

"Toretto!" He yells. the crowd parts, showing the team.

Dom turns around.

"You're under arrest," Hobbs says.

"Arrest? I don't feel like I'm under arrest. How about you, Brian?" Dom says, staring straight at Hobbs.

"Nah, not a bit. Lorea?" Brian says, looking at Hobbs.

"Nope, I feel great," i say, looking Hobbs straight in the eye, smirking, which visibly pisses him off.

"Just give it a minute, it'll sink in," He says. Brian and I look at Dom, who glances at us.

"We didn't kill those 3 agents," I say. 

"I don't give a damn, I'm just here to bring in two assholes and a bitch who's names hit my desk,"

DID THAT MOTHERFUCKER JUST CALL ME A BITCH???????????????

Ohh, if I could knock out some of his teeth right now...

"Yeah, that sounds like a real hero," Brian says, interrupting my mind rampage.

"That's funny," Hobbs says, walking closer, "A guy who took the oath of a cop, then went against everything it stood for, some wannabe tough guy prick who beat a man half to death with a socket wrench, or a little girl who pushed away her best friend to be a criminal."

How in the hell did he know about that phone call?

Then I remember, I made it on my old phone, the one they were probably wiretapping.

"Real tough," Hobbs says, "now turn around and put your hands behind your back."

Dom, looks just as pissed as I am.

"I don't think so," He says.

"Your mistake is think you got a goddamn choice."

"And your mistake," Dom says, getting in his face, "thinking your in America. Your a long way from home. This is Brazil!" Dom raises his arms and all the racers pull pistols on Hobbs and his team. 

One of Hobbs guys walks up to him.

"Come on boss, another day," He says lowly, "Come on, H, its a lotta heat,"

"I'll see you soon, Toretto," Hobbs says.

"Looking forward to it, cop," Dom says. Hobbs backs away and walks off with his team.