[ #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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It was a quiet night, Bree locked up Harakiri South and headed for the RX-7. Buckling herself in her phone rang. "Hey Bree, you still down at the South location?" Ken asked over the phone.
"Just about leave, it's still a bit early but today was...harder than others. Why what's up?" She asked him.
"I thought it's been while since you did anything besides work and go home. You could use a movie or dance or good food or something. If you want to dance it doesn't have to be your club." Ken said cheerfully on the other side.
"Thanks Ken, I'm not really up for anything, out in the open. I've got some place I need to be anyway....but it's a good idea. Maybe I should do something fun, I may try tomorrow." She said.
Ken sighed in relief "alright, sounds good. You call me if you feel in a bad way. See ya Bree." He said hanging up.
Bree tossed her phone into the passenger’s seat, and pulled away, heading to a certain skyscraper.
Back in Rio, Han fidgeted in his sleep in a cold sweat. Gisele turned over in bed and cuddled closer to him, she wasn't awake rather it was instinct.
Han's eyes shot open, looking to her sleeping peacefully he tried to get out from under her arm and out of bed as quietly as he could.
He was walking better now, if still a little stiff before morning therapy. But it was a far cry from where he was. It was early morning and Han needed some air, and made his way out of the house to the beach.
Dreams turned nightmares would not leave him alone. He still had worries, Gisele told him as much as she wanted to, though Han suspected that was only half of it. He knew how she got him out it was simple, doused the flame enough the pry him out and road way in a stolen ambulance.
What she wouldn't say is how he was treated, where and how she got this house on a secluded beach, how she knew the accident was going to happen, how she got her bionic arm...or how she survived the fall from that plane.
More than anything, he wanted to know why she called Bree, Mary.
Han wanted to ask, but it was the daze of having what he'd wanted for so long, come true. Even so, "Is this part of dream still what you want?" He asked himself glancing over his shoulder to the house.
Hand slipped his phone out of the pocket of his robe, he sneered a bit at himself "I can't put this thing down." He murmured, turning on the Mirror app. Bringing up the app a small icon in the shape of a drone was blinking. Han quickly tapped on it, it was the skyscraper, however, it was empty.
Not a single soul was stood in the open air sky park. The lights weren't even on.
Han watched in confusion "no ones there?" Han thought, his heart pounded, was she suposed to be put there? Had someone snatched her? Was this going to be the part were the Shaw brothers mocked him with her capture?
