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Chapter IV – Encounters

Fast and the Furious

Ride to the Middle East

Tokyo, Japan

Sean Boswell, an American kid that resided in Tokyo was leaning against a building's wall. His arms were folded with eyes scanning the territory. They were alerted when he saw the familiar faces of Dominic Toretto and Brian O'Conner leaving a house across the street. He had waited for hours and almost got the idea that perhaps they had been killed. A relief washed over him when he was proven wrong.

He crossed the street discretely in the crowd of many Asian inhabitants that crossed the red-lights. His eyes were glued on the two Americans from L.A. that had quite a reputation surrounding them. But mostly, his eyes' attention caught on the papers Toretto were holding. Without even glancing at them, the big man threw them in a nearby trashcan. When Toretto and O'Conner disappeared behind a corner, Sean hurried over to the trash and dug his hands into it. When the material of papers was felt, he pulled it back up with the file. He flipped it open but closed it quickly. Again, he scanned the area to make sure he wasn't watched before escaping.

Los Angeles, the United States

Just like Roman had predicted, it took barely two hours before an angry Latina returned. She came storming through the doors with an angry expression.

When she passed the kitchen, Mia pretended being surprised. "Letty? You're back?" Mia asked after her.

"Apparently!" Letty responded from the stairs. She was on her way upstairs to her bedroom. Almost every furniture was moved, every box was pulled out and turned upside down. She simply couldn't find her wallet. Giving up, she jogged back downstairs. Naturally she didn't miss Roman's smirk from the living room. Ignoring him, she sat on the opposite couch and threw off her soaking wet jacket.

"Stop with the smirking, I'll be gone sooner than your ex-girlfriend," she stated and opened her laptop.

His expression fell. "Who's said she left me? You know I got fast cars for a reason."

Shaking her head, Letty browsed pages after tickets. She sighed and made a face. By curiousity, Roman joined her side.

"What?" he asked and looked at the screen.

"There are only two tickets left on this flight. The other flights don't have any left," she indicated to the overprice.

"Five thousand dollars for a ticket?!" Roman exclaimed with widened eyes. "Five thousand?!"

"Well, it's first class and these happen to be the only available until the day after tomorrow," she sighed. "And I can't wait that long."

Mia came into the livingroom and shot Roman a discreet glare before turning to the oblivious Letty. "Let, you can't go. It's too risky."

She clicked a final time and thereby confirmed the booking. A look of victory flashed by her face. "I'll be back with Dom and Brian, after we've taken down Ian." She brought the wet jacket over her shoulders.

Even that time when she ran out of the door, Roman wore a content look.

"How can you be so calm?!" Mia demanded, slight outrageous he didn't do anything to keep her there.

Shrugging, Roman looked calmer than ever. He held up Letty's passport with a grin. "She can't leave the country without this."

The woman behind the counter recognized Letty at once. She was that ill-tempered woman who had cursed in Spanish, and made a scene when she wasn't allowed to slip through the gates without a ticket. At last, the staff had called security and she had been dragged out of the airport. This time, she pulled out her phone and opened a textmessage that showed the staff her ticket. Buying a ticket for five grand? That woman must be either very desperate or insane. She didn't exactly have the looks of being a millionaire.

She must have seen the astonished look on the woman behind the counter by her snap. "What are you looking at?"

Snapping out of the trance, the woman behind the counter shook her head. "Nothing, ma'am," she said and typed in the code in her computer.

"Didn't think I got the money, huh?" Letty asked with slight gritted teeth. She was leaning with her arm on the high counter. That woman was starting to annoy her. Without answering Letty, the woman asked for her I.D.

"Your passport, please."

Letty fumbled in her pocket after it. When she realized it wasn't there, she straightened her back and searched in her other pockets. "Damn," she cursed. She must have dropped it somewhere.

The woman behind the counter looked pleased. "Without passport you cannot leave the country. I'm sorry ma'am but you need to step aside."

For a brief second, Letty tried to come up with ideas of running all the way to the gates and knock the blocking guards down. It was soon dismissed when she noticed how two of them already stood there prepared to take her. She shot them a look and turned on her heels.

Getting chased by the police was something she risked on her way home. She practically stomped on the accelerator. This was the last flight to Tokyo as long as she didn't want to wait until a couple of days. But she knew that no matter what she did, she would miss it. There was no chance of catching it. Although there was another option…

She felt something vibrating in her pocket and fumbled up her phone. Dom was calling.

"Hello."

"Hey, how's everything going?"

Letty swallowed. "Good."

"Are you home?"

L.A. was home? "Yeah. How is it in Tokyo?"

She heard Dom's sigh. "Not that good. Ian wants to recruit us to his army. Any idea where he wants to go with that?"

"No idea. You didn't sign up for it, did you?" there was clear worry in her voice, even if she believed she had covered it up perfectly.

Dom chuckled. "Nope, didn't plan to either," he said.

"I just wanted to check on you. Make sure you stay out of trouble," he later admitted.

A smile broke across Letty's lips. "Yeah, I knew you would do that."

"I need to go. I love you."

Even after hearing those words being sincerely told to her so many times, she just felt all warm inside whenever he said that.

"Right back at ya."

She hung up and got the urge of seeing him. Her Dom. The bed would feel awfully empty without him in it. Without him hugging her close in the night, her pretending she doesn't want his strong arms around her waist and puling her close. His snuggling and breath in her neck. She had 'known' him for around a year, and still he being gone meant a piece of her missing. It was as if half of her had disappeared on that flight to Tokyo he took. She loved him. She truly loved him. And it hurt like hell to not being able to remember the moments they had shared as he remembered.

For what felt like the hundredth time that day, she was in the familiar barrio. After pulling up in the driveway, she once again opened the door and stepped inside the house. Right away, she heard her name being said from the living room. She stopped tracks and frowned. Did they talk about her?

Quietly, she sneaked to the doorframe and pulled her stomach in, pressing her back against the wall whilst eavesdropping.

"Do you think it's burnt to ashes now?" Mia asked.

"Yeah, passports are made of this weird material but by the blackness, I'd say she will never figure it out," Roman answered. Letty frowned deeper. Roman had taken her passport and burned it?! How couldn't she have figured it out earlier? Of course he had. She was going to make an entrance when he of all sudden continued.

"But the wallet I will keep. I'll give her the money back eventually – when Dom's back."

"That sounds like a good idea."

A grunt wanted to escape her throat, but she remained death silent. They would both pay for that. Not in a harmful way, but they would not make her stay for a third time.

Quickly she hurried over to the front door, opened it and closed it loudly for them to take the note she was present. They called her name in greeting. A moment later she appeared in the doorframe.

"You're back," Mia commented surprised. Letty wanted to make a face and tell Dom's baby-sister she had underestimated her acting skills. Still, she kept her own face and had to try out those skills herself.

"I dropped my passport on the way, I suppose. It wasn't in my pocket."

Roman nodded understandingly. "What a shame," he said genuinely.

"Next flight isn't until a couple of days. I think I have no other choice but to stay here for a while, then," she admitted. She was almost able to see how relieved Roman and Mia were to hear that.

"Thank god!" Mia burst out, stood up and pulled her friend into a hug. Roman gave some kind of a wry smile from the couch. He was way comfortable there with his Corona.

"I'm going to have a Corona, want some?" she asked.

Mia nodded and so did Roman. "This one's empty," he shook the bottle in his hands. Letty forced a smile to appear before she disappeared into the kitchen. She took out a three Coronas from the refrigerator and opened them all. They wouldn't suspect anything. Who in the world would suspect her putting sleeping pills in the drinks? She wasn't even sure she would suspect herself doing that.

Tokyo, Japan

The garage was a big building in the center of the metropolitan. With his Charger, Dom had Brian in his Nissan Skyline by his side. He rolled the window down.

"You sure we'll find the kid here?" Brian asked unsure of the situation.

"'Course we will. He was racing with Han," Dom rolled down the driver's seat window and waved at a kid he saw receiving money, to approach him.

"Yo, what's up?" he asked and pushed the bills into his pockets.

"I want to race," Dom said. He opened a bag to find money in there.

"Oh, no, you cannot just come here and race. You need to build up a base first."

Dom turned back to the kid with a quirked eyebrow. He shoved a grand to him. "More proof?"

Letting out a laugh, the kid shook his head. "Dude, this is a lot!"

"I've won races before, kid. That's how you end up with too much money."

The kid chuckled. "That's probably right."

Dom leaned out of the car window a bit. "I want to race… Sean Boswell." By that request, the kid looked up with suspicious eyes. "Han was family. A brother."

The kid nodded rigidly. After a silence, he shrugged. "Okay, man. I'll tell Sean to race you."

Dom made a nod and turned to Brian. He had listened intently to the conversation.

"I'll wait by the side in case he escapes," Brian said.

"You do that, we need him," Dom replied and with that they drove off. Dom parked his car at the start line. To be fully prepared, he opened up behind the gearshift and fixed the NOS-buttons.

By hearing the sound of an engine, Dom glanced sideways and met the look of this kiddo.

"Nice ride," Sean complimented.

"I won if from our friend Han a few years ago."

Sincerely, Sean responded. "I didn't know he was into American muscle."

"He was when he was rolling with me," Dom leaned a bit towards Sean.

"You notice I ain't no ten second race?"

"I got nothing but time," Dom answered honestly. He started the engine and grinned as he looked at Sean. "You ready, kid?"

By 2 am in the morning at the airport, the woman behind the counter saw Letty for the third time. She sighed heavily and shook her head. "You again," she greeted her rather snidely. That woman just didn't give up, did she? "Last plane took off two hours ago, ma'am."

Ignoring her attitude, Letty decided to just get to the point as soon as possible. "I'm not here to take a commercial flight."

"Oh," the lady said. "Then what can I help you with this time?"

Letty slide over a paper that belonged to Roman. It was a certificate. The woman looked surprised up to Letty after examining it carefully.

"Have you stolen this?"

Letty frowned. "I want to get aboard on that plane now. Call them in the tower and say I take off right away." It was no question but a clear demand.

The woman made a nod. "Passengers of private jets show passports at the gates."

In a swift moment, Letty took her gatherings and walked straight towards the aircraft controls. She could see through the big windows how they drove Roman's plane there. She had to roll her eyes at the text he had urged the painter to place on the back of it. It's Roman Bitches!

Once she walked into the long hallway towards the glass doors, two guards stopped her. Before they even had noticed it, she had scanned the area and made sure no other guard were watching them. By the guards' appreciative exchanged glances and winks at her, she knew what to do.

"Hello there beau- ugh!" he burst out as she hit his balls. The other one reacted but in his swing, she grabbed his arm and shoved him harshly against the wall. She grabbed the first one's hands cop-like and made him kneel to the ground. She grabbed his handcuffs in a fast manoeuvre and cuffed their hands first together and then to the wall.

"You son of a...!" one of them yelled at her.

"You're going to pay for this you bitch!"

Letty swung the glass doors open and walked over to the plane. The stair was lowered and therefore gave her no complications of boarding the transporter. Owen had taught her how to fly. That ability had come in handy a couple of times. She moved quickly into the cockpit and pressed down buttons, particular the one that pulled up the stair. She was all alone in an aeroplane which she would fly to Japan. There's always a first for everything.

"Flight 678, there has occurred a problem. You need to wait for confirmation before taking off."

Letty glanced to the gate she had walked out through. As expected, there were guards surrounding the ones she had taken down. They made their way out of it and would for sure head towards her.

She started the engine and began backing the aircraft.

"Repeating: Wait for permission," a man's voice said in the speakers.

"The hell I am," Letty muttered and backed even further. There was a plane in sight. A big jumbo jet that was about to take off. It was risky, very risky, but she had to take off. She forced the plane forward and drove it to the runway. By then, cops and security guards had stormed outside with weapons and cars were heading in full speed towards her. Taking an asphalted driveway to the runway, the bigger plane paused after seeing Roman's plane.

Not letting the cars reach up to her, she immediately pulled the plane in a forceful pace forward. Barely a minute later, she was up in the air. It was a little unsteady, but good enough. She wouldn't crash at least. And the way to Japan wasn't that long, was it?

When she felt she had control over the aircraft and leaned backwards a bit. Yet, something felt wrong, a sensation of being watched. She even believed she heard something behind her.

Dubai, the United Arab Emirates

Two security guards opened each a door for Ian Shaw to enter. It was a suite in the greatest of all hotels; Burj Al Arab. A seven star hotel that topped every luxury that existed. He adjusted his tie and gestured for the sheik to sit down in the couches.

"Please sit down, sir."

The sheik said something in Arabic to his own body guards. They placed themselves behind him as he sat down. One of Ian's assistants offered him wine but he declined. Ian was just about to sit down when his phone began ringing.

"Excuse me."

The sheik made an understanding nod as Ian went to one of the windows that had a great view over Dubai. He read the dialler's name. It was one of his employees.

"Tyler?" he asked.

"Yeah. We got her, boss."

A grin appeared on Ian's face. "What took her so long? I'm surprised. I believed she'd take first flight right after Toretto."

"Well, what do we do with her?"

Ian glanced to the sheik that was selecting which chocolate pralines he wanted to eat.

"Good job, Tyler. Bring her here," he said with a grin and hung up. He looked contently at one of his employees. "Seems like I'll have that appointment with Toretto and O'Conner soon after all."

Everything went according to his plan. Everything.

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