˗ˏˋ𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞ˊˎ˗
𝚟𝚒. 𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝑶𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹 was with Dom, Vince, and Jesse. Vince had been insisting that Brian wasn't to be trusted and had been following Brian around for the last hour. The four waited outside of Hector's garage and waited for Brian to come out. Brian finally exited the garage and exited the same way he entered. Once he made it back down to the ground, he was hit on the back of the head and fell to the floor. Vince, who had been the one to deliver the blow to Brian, pointed the shotgun at the blonde man. Vince didn't trust him. He had convinced Dom, Oliver, and Jesse to tag along even though Dom and Oliver were certain they wouldn't find any dirt on Brian. Jesse just wanted to be apart of the action.
Brian was momentarily knocked out. Vince quickly ran back to the car to bring Dom and Oliver over. They dragged Brian's unconscious body a little farther into the alley next to the building so they wouldn't be seen. A few minutes later, Brian started to wake up. His head throbbed in pain. He lifted his hand and placed it on top of his head, where the throbbing was the most intense. He winced. Vince pointed the gun at Brian again. Brian put his hands up in defense.
"He moans like a cop!" Vince accused, angrily
He never trusted Brian. There was something in his gut that told him not to, so he didn't. Dom and Oliver took a step forward, coming into Brian's view. Dom's muscular arms were folded across his chest while Oliver just starred down Brian.
"Brian, this is one of those times when you need to be very clear about what you say. Nod if you understand me." Dom instructed
"Nod!" Vince yelled
Brian nodded.
"Sit up," Dom said
Brian slowly sat up and lowered his hands. Vince continued to aim the shotgun at Brian.
"Tell me what the hell you're doing down here." Dom said
"Oh, shit. What I'm doing? Dom, I owe--I owe you a 10-second car. And what this is about, this is about Race Wars." Brian said, slowly
He was still trying to catch his breath. Vince kicked Brian, almost making him fall over again. Oliver rolled his eyes at Vince's stupidity.
"I just went in there, and Hector is gonna be running three Honda Civics with Spoon engines. And on top of that, he just came into Harry's and he ordered three T-66 turbos, with NOS, and a MoTeC system exhaust." Brian said
Vince, Oliver, and Dom shared a look.
"So what are you saying?" Oliver asked
He raised an eyebrow at the blonde in front of him.
"You gonna go around and check everybody's shit out, one garage after another?" Oliver asked
"Yeah." Brian said
He slowly stood up. His eyes kept flickering back over to Vince, making sure he wasn't going to try and pull the trigger.
"Because Dom, Oliver, you know... I can't lose again." Brian said
Vince shook his head.
"He's a cop. He's a cop!" Vince said, angrily
"You a cop?" Dom asked
He moved slightly closer to Brian. Brian shook his head.
"Let's go for a little ride." Dom said
He and Oliver walked past Vince and Brian, making their way towards Jesse's car.
"Walk!" Vince yelled
He pushed Brian. Brian shot Vince a look then began to follow after Dom and Oliver. Jesse was waiting for them in the car. He drove them to Johnny Tran's place. They were going to take a peak in his garage too.
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Jesse pulled up to the gate and let the other four guys exit the car. Dom turned to him for a second.
"All right, kid, stay watch," Dom instructed
Jesse nodded, then went to park somewhere that he wouldn't be noticed as easily. The other four began to sneakily break into Johnny's garage. Once inside, they turned on their flashlights to get a better look.
"Yo, Dominic." Vince called
He stopped in his tracks.
"There's no engines." Vince finished
Dom made his way over to them.
"What are they planning on racing with? Hopes and dreams?" Oliver joked
"I don't know, but I know they're sneaky as shit, and they've got enough money to buy anything." Vince said
Dom's phone rang. He grabbed it out of his pocket and answered it.
"What, Jesse?" Dom asked
"Dom, we got a wolf pack. It's Johnny Tran, and he's coming your way really fast!" Jesse said, quickly
"All right, we got company. Spilner!" Dom yelled
The light in the garage turned on. The four men scrambled to hide somewhere that they wouldn't be seen. They found cover just in time. The garage was soon filled with Tran's men. Oliver, Vince, and Dom pulled out their pistols, cocking them back so they were ready for whatever was about to happen.
"Come on. Move!" Lance said to a dark haired man
He pointed his pistol at the man, who put his hands up in defense.
"Let me ask you a question, Ted. Do you see anything wrong here?" Johnny asked
The man looked down at the car, then back at Johnny.
"No." Ted said
Johnny walked closer to Ted, then grabbed his neck and brought his face close to the car with no engine inside of it.
"We got no engines, do we?" Johnny yelled, angrily
Ted struggled against Johnny's grip.
"No!" Ted said
"Do we?" Johnny repeated
"No!" Ted answered
Johnny pulled Ted back up.
"A couple Nissan SR20 motors will pull a premium one week before race wars, huh?" Johnny asked
He had an evil smile on his face.
"Yeah, probably." Ted replied
"You're a smart fence, Ted. Maybe too smart." Johnny said
He slipped his leather jacket off.
"What are you feeling, Lance? A forty weight? Fifty weight?" Johnny asked
"A forty weight sounds nice." Lance said
He had yet to stop pointing his gun at Ted. Johnny quickly grabbed Ted and threw him to the ground. He sat on top of him, using his body weight to hold him down. Lance grabbed the engine oil nozzle and handed it to his cousin, who then put it in Ted's mouth despite the struggle. He began to pump the lever, making the oil flow through the nozzle. Oliver, Vince, Brian, and Dom watched in shock.
"Where are they, Ted?" Johnny asked
He continued pouring the engine oil all over Ted's face, causing him to choke on it.
"Where are they?" Johnny asked, again
"Enough!" Ted choked
"Where are they?" Johnny asked
"They're in a warehouse. They're in a warehouse, man!" Ted managed to get out
Johnny smiled, then put the nozzle on the ground. He stood up and looked down at Ted, who was trying to recover. He looked at his oil covered hands and Lance threw him a towel.
"Ted. Kiss my shoes." Johnny ordered
Ted coughed a few more times then crawled over to Johnny's feet. He felt humiliated. He lowered his head to Johnny's shoe, but before he could get any further, Johnny lifted his leg and kicked Ted, hard. Johnny threw the little red towel he held in his hand at Ted, then began to walk away.
"Lets go get our engines." Johnny ordered