The Buster's Sister

22.4

Dom and Nat arrive at the race before Nat goes to join the people partying. Dom is lead into a building.

"You all know why you're here," Campos says as he gets ready to swing at a golf ball. "Good drivers are a dime a dozen. Man, every corner's got a chingadera tuner racing for pinks. That's not what Braga has got me looking for. Braga wants someone that would sell their abuelita to be behind the wheel. Someone that drives their 10-Second cars not in a straight line, but to push it and make it through places no one else would take it. Real drivers."

"So, what are we hauling?" Dom asks.

"For the money Braga's paying, you don't need to know," Campos answers him.

"You just said you wanted real drivers. A real driver knows exactly what's in his car," Dom explains with a small smirk.

"Mira, real driver, nobody's forcing you to race," A guy named Fenix says as he stands in front of Dom.

"You the boss?" Dom asks him. "Or am I talking to the boss?"

"Do I look like a boss?" Fenix asks him back.

"My job is to find the best drivers, period," Campos says to stop things from escalating. "Whoever wins gets the info. We cool?" Gisele walks around handing each driver a GPS. "Are we cool?"

"Yeah, we're cool," Dom answers him as he takes a GPS from Gisele.

"No, we ain't cool, man," Another driver says. "Who's closing these streets?"

"No one. That's the point," Campos says with a laugh.

All the drivers start revving their engines as the GPS starts downloading.

"Please wait while directions are downloaded," The GPS says. "Proceed to the highlighted route. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six..." The line up is two racers, then Dom, and then Brian.

"You sure you want to do this?" Dom asks Brian.

"A lot has changed," Brian answers him.

"You're right," Dom says in agreement.

"Three, Two, One, Go!" The driver's take off with Dom doing a wheelie. Dom easily takes the lead with Brian and the other drivers right behind him. "Right turn ahead. You are now five miles from your destination." They make another turn onto the Main Street. Brian takes the turn to wide, almost being hit. Brian bumps into Dom before getting in front of him. Dom can't get around Brian so he drives into oncoming traffic. "Right turn ahead." The last driver is taken out as he takes the curve too wide going into oncoming traffic. Brian misses the turn as he dodges the wreck. "You are 2.6 miles from your destination." Dom and the other driver fight for the lead. "You are now one mile from your destination." The other driver keeps bumping into Dom. The other driver goes to hit Dom again but Dom accelerates causing the other driver to hit the side walk and start flipping. "You are now one-quarter mile from your destination." Brian gets ahead of Dom before Dom hits his NOS. Dom passes Brian.

"Too early, Dom," Brian says with a smirk as he hits his NOS. Dom sees Brian gaining on him and Brian starts to pass him. Dom clips Brian's back bumper causing him to start spinning and loose speed.

"No!" Brian yells as he takes off again.

"Still a buster," Dom says with a smirk before crossing the finish line.

"You have reached your destination. Goodbye,"

Dom gets out of his car before finding Nat in the crowd and smiling at her.

"At least we know you can't beat me straight up," Brian says angrily as he walks over to Dom.

"I didn't know there were any rules," Dom tells him with a smirk.

"Now that's what I call real driving," Fenix cheers as he walks over.

"No, that's bullshit, man," Brian yells as Fenix claps Dom in the shoulder.

"Go cry to your mama, eh?" Fenix says barely sparing Brian a glance.

"You work for Braga now," Campos says as he shakes Dom's hand. "When the GPS calls, you follow."

"Driver's license," Gisele orders as Campos and Fenix walk away.

"What driver's license?" Dom asks her.

"Thumb," Gisele orders as she holds out a scanner to Dom, who scans his thumb. "Cellphone number." Dom looks at Gisele skeptically, while Nat glares at the woman. "The print is for Campos and the number is for me."