Raging Rebel - A Fast and Furious fan fiction - Book 1

4: Mr. Nobody

Tej POV

Brian, Roman and I were talking as Dom stood before Han's casket.

"I can't do no more funerals man," Rome said.

"Giselle dies at the hands of Owen Shaw. Now his big, bad brother shows up. First Han. And Hobbs is laid out, of all people. We're being hunted. You know he's out there somewhere, watchin' right?"

"I hope so." Brian said. "It means he's close."

"Just promise me. No more funerals." Roman said and I nodded in agreement.

"Just one more. His." Brian replied.

A mysterious black car was driving around the cemetary. We all looked as Dom went to his and sped off ot follow.

"Aw shit," Brian said.

As we realized who it was, each of us scrambled to our own cars, quickly as we could.

Dom POV

I weaved in and out of traffic, trying my damndest to keep up with the bastard. He was sneaky and fast, but made sure to keep in my sights. When we were away from traffic, he swung his car aound to face me. I revved my engine and he did the same in response. Our cars rushed forward, crashing - front end to front end. My eyes felt a little boggled so I closed them and shook my heat before getting out of my car. I saw the bastard had the same idea.

"You never should mess with a mans family." HE said , his voice so much like his brothers now that I knew who I was talking to.

"I told your brother the same thing."

"I'm not here to play games." He continued. "See, you and me, We're from different worlds. Trust me, I've seen meaner streets than the ones you're used to."

"Stick around" I raised my weapon of choice. "It's gonna get a lot meaner."

"You thought this was gonna be a street fight?" He pulled a gun from behind him, cocked it and aimed straight for my face.

Third Person POV

A dozen or so men in full body armor swarmed around Dom and Deckard. The latter focused on them, shooting down at least 3 before running off. Dom sood still, confused but intrigued by this suddeen change of events.

Two men advanced to him but he quickly hit them both. One went down and Dom kept a firm hold on the second. At the same moment they advanced, a Jeep drove up and a tall man got out.

"Whoa, whoa. We're on the same team here." He told Dom. "Mr. Toretto? I'm here on the recommendation of a mutual friend of ours. A Mr. Hobbs."

"Who the hell are you?" Dom demanded.

"Me? Just a guy. You can call me Mr. Nobody."

"That's a big entrance for a nobody." Dom told him. "And the guy who put our mutual friend in the hospital? You just let him get away."

"I think I might have just saved your ass there Dom... Listen, think you can let go of my guy there? He's starting to turn a little blue." Dom waited about three more seconds before releasing his grip on the man. "I appreciate that. Listen Dom, there's a war going on between shadows and ghosts like me. And you and your team unwittingly walked into the middle of it in London. And it appears it's now followed you home. It's up to you. I'm going to have a beer. You're welcome to join me." He turned away, walked a few steps and offered. "By the way.... I can get you Deckard Shaw."

Third Person POV - Twenty Minutes Later

"Belgian Ale." Mr. Nobody said before taking a sip. "Man, those monks got it right. I don't know about the whole celabacy thing, but when it comes to beer... Would you like one?"

"I'm more of a Corona man myself." Dom told him.

"Your files, not only detailed, but also entertaining." Nobody opened a can of Corona and handed it over. Dom took it and followed Nobody, intrigued. "Look. Shaw's power is that he's a shadow. He's really good at getting in and out of places without being seen and leaving nothing but a body count behind. He's a legitimate English badass. But to be honest with you Dom, I dont give two shits about Deckard Shaw. It's you I want. Because you and I can help each other get what we need."

He looked expectantly at Dom, who replied just how Nobody hoped he would.

"I'm listening."

"Just recently, a private military company led by a wanted terrorist named Mose Jakande kidnapped a hacker known only as 'Ramsey' and a friend who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Lady Liberty's got her panties in a bunch over this, but righfully so because this Ramsey has created something interesting. Bring it up."

"Yes sir," His right hand man did what was asked of him as Dom watched on.

"Say hello to God's Eye." Nobody continued his monologue. "Now, this little bastard can hack into anything that's on a digital network. That means every cell phone, satellite, atm and computer, simultaneously. If it's got a microphone or a lense, God's Eye can use it to find you."

"You invited me here to show me a tracking device?" Dom said.

"On sterioids. Lots of them." Nobody continued again. "Let me put it to you this way Dom. It took us nearly a decade to find Osama Bin Laden. With this, we could locate him anywhere on the planet in a couple of hours. Now that's a serious peice of machinery that could be catastrophic in the wrong hands. But for some very neaseating, political reasons, any plan involving any US goverment forces or entity has been strictly ruled out. And that's why I need you."

"But why do I need you?" Dom asked. "I could go back outside, enjoy some more Corona's. Let Shaw come to me."

"You could do that." Nobody agreed. "How's that working for you so far? You got one friend in the ground, another in the hospital. And let's not forget the issue caused by that bomb. Shaw lives in a world that doesn't play by your rules. Like it or not, you live in that world now too. You wanna know how to kill a shadow? Just shine some light on it. If you get the God's Eye for me... I've already got authroization for you to use it until you get Shaw. You go from the hunted... To the hunter. And there's no place on earth Shaw can hide from you. More importantly, you and your family don't go to any more funerals. You get Ramsey and the friend, you get God's Eye." Dom simply stared. "Well, that's the wind up, and the pitch. Now that I've given you this incredibly sensative and highly classified information, what do you think Toretto?"

"I think you already know what I'm gonna do." Dom finally said.

"Good." Nobody moved to walk away, but was stopped by the demand he knew was coming.

"But it'll be my way. And my crew."

"I assumed you might say that. So I took the liberty of gathering your team."

Dom turned just in time to see his crew heading toward the two of them.