{2} One of Them [2 Fast 2 Furious]

III

Sierra stood facing her mother, who was starin' coldly at her. "You've been in Miami, Florida... runnin around the city with the likes of Brian O'Conner?"

She snapped at Sierra, who stared evenly at her mother with a stubborn nod. "Yes, I have been, Agent. He kept me safe and I don't regret anythin' for a second. Are we done here, mother?" She asked snidely and her mother nods stiffly.

Sierra walked into the main briefing room and her eyes scanned the room quickly, before she immediately made her way over to Brian with the lack of hesitation, making the agents uneasy.

"You okay?" Brian murmured and Sierra nodded quickly at him, before she turned, to Markham, who was all snark.

"Carter Verone. Born in Argentina, but, to our extensive knowledge, he has lived most of his life in Miami. He now owns the biggest import-export business in the state."

He sighed loudly at them as Sierra listened intently and looked like an rather emotionless kid.

"You see, unfortunately, the cartels have been successful in getting drugs into Miami. But they have had a hard time getting the cash, out. We've been surveilling him for a year. But, we've still never been able to put him, with the money together. We swept his houses, his warehouses..." Markham began to go off.

"Nothing. Customs here has done a great job getting us this far. I'm just here, to help get them over the top." Bilkins explained to them.

"I was able to get an agent in undercover, working travel and logistics for him. Recently, it was Verone, who put her in charge of finding some new drivers." Markham explained.

"Right, although, we still can't confirm her status right now." Bilkins explains.

"So, what the deal? You think she's flipped?" Brian asked as both him and Sierra turned to face Bilkins questions all over Sierra's face now.

"She's one of mine. She's all right." Markham jumped into the conversation at once to defend the loyalties of his agent in question.

"She's been in with Verone for nearly a year. Even lives at the compound, in his name, with him now." Bilkins said.

"Look, it was the FBI's idea to bring you two in here. I'm against it. But we need some good drivers that can put a asshole and his money together. You guys are gonna roll with Agent Dunn, here." Markham pointed at the agent on his right, who was slurping at his drink through a straw as Sierra's face twisted in disgust.

"And if we don't?" Brian asked the question that both of them were all thinking, and Bilkins handed them a list each of the charges.

"If you guys do this for us, all of these charges are wiped away in the face of justice. If, you are both willing to play a bit of ball." Bilkins said to them, as a bit uncertain Sierra now looks quietly over at Brian, who was flipping his way through the list of charges.

"Yeah. So what's the idea here? Dunn, Sierra and I, are supposed to be street racers?" Brian asks Markham, talking, for the pair of them.

"That's right. It should be quite familiar territory for the two of you, especially Crawford over there. Or should we call you by your tattoo? Toretto?" Markham asked and Sierra growled, and Brian jerked his head as Sierra follows him over to Dunn.

"So, Dunn. Could you tell me, what would be a better motor for my good Skyline, a Gallo 12 or a Gallo 24?" He questions the agent, as, Sierra shoves her hands into her pockets with grim smile on her pocket.

"Uh... 24?" Dunn responded uncertainly and Sierra shakes her head a bit, as Brian raised a eyebrow at him.

"I didn't know that pizza places now made motors." Brian said and Sierra's face contorted into a laugh expression and Markham looked furious.

"See, man, come on, we can't do this. I mean, seriously, if this is what you are gonna give us, then we may as well be taking our chances in Chino." Brian's voice spoke over Sierra's laughter and she calmed down at once.

"We will get someone else, for the both of you to work with." Bilkins said and Sierra sat back down again, her eyes flashing.

"No way." Sierra snapped at him and Bilkins raised a eyebrow at her sharp tone of voice.

"The only way that we'll do this, is if as of right now, I get to pick the other driver." Brian said, as he looks over at Sierra, who nods in agreement.

"Wait, we never said anything about Sierra going in undercover." Sierra let out a growl, as she saw her mother, in the room.

"She knows the racing world, she grew up in a family of criminals who practically owned the racing world in LA, it makes sense." Bilkins said to her calmly.

"She is only seventeen!" Her mother exclaims and Sierra shot up out of her seat, and stood in front of her mother.

"It is way, way too late now for you to start acting like a mother! My mother, is dead! So, you have to stop actin' like she's not, because I'm doing this, with, or without your stupid approval!" She shouted at her and everyone had gone dead silent in the rest of the room.

"All right, O'Conner. Who you got in mind?" Bilkins asked Brian, as Sierra was still nose to nose with her mother who was quivering now, with fury all over her face.

"This dude, that I grew up with back in Barstow. Roman Pearce." Brian said and Sierra's eyes glow up, at the name and she havin' heard the name before recognized it.