Owen Shaw was in Washington once again, only this time it was not whilst he was part of his Majesty's army. He was here for himself. He was about to engage in perhaps, his favourite game to date. Well, what other way could you describe an elaborate game where you intend to play the best trick on the FBI?

It was too bad the FBI would hate every minute of it. He was sure the idea of working with him would make their skin crawl. In fact, if it didn't - then he had not done his job right.

He was standing in the square that served as the entrance to the infamous building. His associate, Vegh, was on time. She hated this plan and could not see how Owen's plan could work. It would work as Shaw had planned it with perfect precision. He'd studied all the players who would get involved. Vegh said only, "Are you ready?"

Shaw just raised one eyebrow. The question itself amused him but he wouldn't stoop to answering it. He chose to keep the conversation on track. "Did you bring me what I requested?"

"Of course Owen." She seemed offended by the idea of failure to complete her job.

Shaw smirked, placing his shades back on. He was ready for the game to begin. "Then yes I have everything I need."

There was nothing left for him to do but announce himself to the FBI. The building was stereotypical and with so many american movies showing the exact layout. There was not one ounce of surprise in it for him. Owen slid up to the visitor box, "I would like to speak to Director Penning please."

The guard looked up, "Do you have an appointment?"

"I suspect that he will make an exception for me." The guard sneered, he had heard that line one too many times.

Only Owen doubted that they were number two on the FBI most wanted list. He had a few seconds for the database to catch up with him so he prepared. He placed his briefcase on the floor. He took the time to remove his suit jacket so it wouldn't get damaged. The sirens blared to signal a lockdown - he dropped to his knees ready for the Miranda. "Owen Shaw. You are under arrest."

Shaw rolled his eyes, there should be no satisfaction in this. It was not like they had caught him - he had walked through the front door and then announced himself. There should be no joy as it wasn't their skill that had caught him.

Penning looked at the character sitting on the chair, shackled. Shaw was stunning in his arrogance. He was at a black site, so no one knew where he was. He had no friends and was about to endure interrogation after interrogation. Shaw had the nerve to be smiling!

Penning had the overwhelming urge to go in there and wipe the smile off his face. "Who were you working for?" he asked through the speakerphone.

Shaw looked up at him and chose to give no answer. He just kept the same smug smile on his features. "I will not answer you Penning," was the only phrase that he seemed to know right now.

Penning did not show any emotion to the blatant disrespect. It seemed like Shaw was a willing captive but would offer nothing. He stared down at the infamous man. Shaw's prison was a solid perspex box - designed to repel all breakout attempts. He decided to go with his second plan and ask quick rapid fire questions. "Okay why did you offer yourself up? Are you running from someone?"

The Agents all looked at the medical monitors to gauge Shaw's physical reaction. Penning switched to quick fire questions to test involuntary reactions. Shaw gave them nothing - not one physiological reaction.

Toretto smirked at Stasiak, "You better pay up."

"We are not all machines like you Toretto."

Agent Dominic Toretto and the few agents he had brought with him were a godsend to Penning. Dom knew where his strengths lay and they were physical so he'd built a team around him to compensate. The team consisted of his his sister, Mia Toretto a fellow agent. There was also Vince an ex-soldier; Jesse and Leon were tech support. The final person he had brought with him at Penning's request was his ex-wife, Letty Ortiz.

He was never sure if that was a good thing, or, a bad thing on any given day. What Penning could not argue with was the results and closure rates as they pushed each other. Penning didn't care what their personal motivations were in trying to beat each other.

Shaw was waiting for the next barrage of questions. He could only imagine the furious conversation his trick was bringing. The FBI had shot him with a vital sign tracker, the minute that they had shackled him to the chair. Sure enough, Penning must have ended the debate as he asked his next question. It was clear that he was already tiring of the game, "So who will you speak to?"

Shaw smirked up at the camera, "That is easy. I will speak only to Special Agent Brian O'Conner."

Penning and his team were silent. They were all wondering who the fuck was Special Agent Brian O'Conner?