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Racing down the interstate, the many drivers wove in and out of traffic. Each sticking close to their team. Except that Brian O'Connor and Roman Pearce were farther ahead of Shayla Nyugen, Jesse Carson, Leon Schulz, and Emperatriz Sanchez.

After looking at the cars in front of the four of them, Shayla looked to her right, seeing Emperatriz in her red Ford Mustang. She nodded her head once to the Spaniard, who nodded in response.

Looking to her left, the ebony haired woman motioned for Jesse to pass the left-most car while Emperatriz looked to her right and motioned for Leon to pass the right-most car.

As the two men did as their girlfriends instructed; the two women wove in and out of the traffic until there was an opening. Moving almost like one another's shadow, the two women sped passed the cars.

Now all they had to do was catch up to Brian and Roman.

When the four drivers managed to catch up, the ebony haired woman glanced at her partners. Brian had just turned off of the interstate with Roman behind him. Jesse, Emperatriz, and Leon were a little ways ahead of her as she too turned off.

Speeding along, they made it to the impound lot. It was like a maze trying to find the cars among all of the boats.

Finally managing to find them, the six drivers stopped around the Ferraris. Getting out, Shayla and Emperatriz went to the black Ferrari while the blonde and his friend went to the red Ferrari. The Spaniard found their package in the glove compartment while the other pair found theirs in the center.

Joining them were the other drivers and Agent Markham. Spotting the cop, Shayla grabbed a pistol from the small of her back while Rome grabbed a similar one from the convertible.

"Rome, no!"

"Shayla, no!"

Brian and Jesse were thinking along the same lines when they saw the weapons. Firing, Shayla and Roman missed the agent purposefully before they all ran to their respective cars. Leaving shortly after the other teams did, the six drivers made it back to the compound.

Brian handed Verone the package from the red Ferrari while Emperatriz handed Flores the package from the black Ferrari.

"Very good," Flores stated as Miguel and Monica made their way up to them.

Verone turned to the two behind them, "Take them to the pool."

Monica and Miguel nodded before leading the six drivers off.

"Miguel, if we get out of this in one piece, I'm gonna castrate you with a rusty spoon," the ebony haired woman hissed to her cousin.

"Jeez, you're just as bad as Triz," the young Hispanic/African American teen muttered as he and Monica sat down with the six drivers. "And why are you even here?"

"Let's just say your friend, Officer Garcia-Garza, threatened to take away both Yuki and the baby," She replied, smacking her cousin upside the head.

"Ow!" He said holding his head where his cousin slapped him. "That hurt, Evita."

"Something else is going to hurt after we're done here," the dark skinned woman replied, smacking him again for good measure.

"Would you two kids quit it?" Emperatriz asked, sighing as she grabbed a piece of fruit from the platter.

Verone and Flores came walking up, both holding the packages in their hands. Once they sat down, only Verone opened his package.

"We did all that for a cigar?" Roman asked, watching the wealthy drug lord.

Verone shook his head, "Nope. You did that for a job," He told him as he cut the end of the cigar off.

Emperatriz looked to the drug lord, "So what will this job entail?"

"Follow us," Flores told them as he stood up with Verone, Miguel, and Monica behind him. As well as the six drivers.

"The walls have ears," the younger man told them as he walked beside Flores.

"You'll be carrying money from South Beach to the Keys," Flores told them before lighting his cigar.

"Don't let anyone stop you," Carter added. "When you reach the finish line, I'll personally hand you a hundred G's."

"Make it a hundred apiece," Roman told him, smirking as he bit into a pastry. "Like I said, we hungry."

Shaking her head, Shayla grabbed Jesse's hand in her own before they made their way to the cars. Emperatriz and Leon behind them.

"You," Verone said, causing them all to stop and turn. "I'll take my cutters now."

Roman Pearce reached into his pocket and grabbed the silver cigar cutters, handing them to the man.

"I thought you had like thirteen of them," The black man told him, shrugging his shoulders.

The man made his way back to Brian before the blonde started ranting.

"I thought I told you to let me do the talking?" Brian asked, looking at his partner. "And you're packing."

"Like you ain't," was the reply he got.

After everyone got into their cars, each drove off in a straight line.