[ #1 under #thefastandthefurious Oct.6.2018]
Bree is the adopted sister of Sean Boswell, She had lived in Tokyo with thier father for most of her High School years. When Sean gets sent to live with them after getting into too much trouble back in th...
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Han watched the door where Bree had left, his mind whirling about. He turned to to face Mr.Boswell.
"Sean should know, and I'm not done, I have questions. But we should find Bree before Edwards does." Han daid.
Mr.Boswell looked to Han, "Edwards isn't a danger to her. He was the one who sent me. You see Cipher isn't her only danger. Bree has been in the way of some covert plan by someone Edwards has a deal with. Edwards came to me, to part Bree from you." He said.
Han glared "so all of that..."
"Was very true, sorry to say it. But Edwards knew I was told to find Bree so he told me where she was and short circuited the garage doors to let me in." Mr.Boswell explained.
Han wanted to be mad, but the man infront of him didn't look to be happy about any of this either. "She was my daughter, it wasn't long that I raised her. But it is what she had become." Mr.Boswell said.
"Then why keep this up?" Han asked.
"Its my job, I'm a solider of the Military you don't just defy orders. You cant." Mr.Boswell reasoned.
"I did, and never looked back." Han scofted.
"And look where you are." Mr.Boswell shot back.
"After I clean up this mess, I'll likely be in south America, on a beach with Raquel and as many of our friends as I can gather together. So where I am now, doesn't matter it's a road that will lead to one place for me." Han said.
"Do what you gotta do. But I will stop you, and I won't be alone." Han warned, he headed up the loft and to the club door l leaving Mr.Boswell to his thoughts.
Han started searching for Rocko and Juice, he would need them to go with him to round up Twinkie, Kiku, Neela and Sean.
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The headache was relentless, red stained the sleeve of Bree's shirt from rubbing away the trickle of blood from her nose. More fragments of memory played through he head. And she was unable to tell which were he own and which ones were stolen.
Bree tore apart the house, looking in her father's secret stashes. Her heart racing in her chest, quivering like the vibration of a engine.
"Calm yourself down." Bree said to herself. She took a few deep breaths and closed her eyes.
Giving herself a moment she went back to searching, she flipped over her father's matress, finding a hole in the box spring.
Inside that hole was a silver metal suitcase.
Bree picked it up, it was locked but she couldn't afford to linger in the house any longer. She was sure that by now, Han and the other as well as her father had checked all her known stomping grounds.
