48 Hours Before the Heist
The sun hung low over Rio's skyline, washing everything in gold and haze. Han leaned against a black Mustang, sunglasses catching the light. Beside him, Gisele adjusted her jacket, revealing just enough skin to play her role — confident, poised, lethal beneath the smile.
Their target: Hernan Reyes' personal handprint, needed to bypass the vault's biometric security. He always left it somewhere — a drink glass, maybe a woman's waist.
Gisele strode into the resort like she belonged, hips swaying, confidence radiating. Han watched her from afar, acting the part of disinterested backup. In truth, he was tense — something felt off.
She got close. Reyes laughed, charmed, and offered her a drink. She accepted with grace. Her fingers brushed his hand. A moment — a smile. Then she excused herself.
Outside, she passed Han and slipped him the clear glass, smirking. "Got it."
But before they could reach the car, engines roared.
Three black SUVs boxed them in.
Han cursed. "Reyes' men."
Automatic rifles raised. They dove for cover — gunfire tore through concrete and glass.
Han slid across the hood of the Mustang and fired back, Gisele flanking. "We need an exit!"
Shepherd's voice crackled through the comms: "Take the east alley. I'm lighting up your GPS now."
"How do you even—"
"Just move!"
The alley was narrow, but it led them out. Shepherd was waiting with another car, doors open. They leapt in and burned rubber into the slums.
Safe — for now.
36 Hours Before the Heist – Hobbs Ambush
The sun had set, casting Rio in dusk-red tones. Hobbs and Elena were en route back to HQ when a deafening boom stopped them cold. A rocket-propelled grenade slammed into their lead vehicle, flipping it in fire and steel.
They were under attack.
Reyes' men poured out from the rooftops. A trap.
Elena returned fire. Hobbs bellowed orders, dragging one of his wounded men behind a burnt-out truck. But the odds were against them — too many enemies, not enough cover.
That's when Dom's crew arrived.
The sound of roaring engines echoed through the alleyways. Roman, Han, and Brian crashed into the scene like thunder, weapons drawn.
Shepherd leapt from the back of Han's car with a custom-built shock cannon. "Move!" he yelled, discharging an arc that dropped three gunmen instantly.
Dom found Hobbs behind a car, bleeding but still fighting.
"You came back for me?" Hobbs grunted, skeptical.
Dom offered a hand. "This is Brazil."
Together, they fought back the attackers, clearing the area. Hobbs looked at them, breathing hard.
"Looks like I owe you one."
Dom shrugged. "You want Reyes? Ride with us."
Hobbs nodded. "I'm in."
Now – The Heist
The Rio police station sat in the heart of downtown like a fortress — walled, guarded, impenetrable. But Dom's crew had a plan.
Tej killed the city block's power at 4:03 PM sharp. In the darkness, a truck driven by Hobbs slammed into the wall of the station, bricks flying, creating an access point. Sparks flew as Shepherd's mini EMP fried the local surveillance feeds.
"Cameras down," he called.
Inside, Dom and Brian hooked industrial-strength cables to the massive vault. Hobbs' truck had rammed just enough space into the wall for them to pull the vault out — brute force and precision timing.
The engine roared. Metal groaned.
The vault screamed across tile and stone as it was dragged free — a 10-ton beast of steel on wheels. The chase had begun.
The Streets of Rio
The vault blazed a path of destruction behind the two Chargers. Brian and Dom drove in sync, every turn rehearsed, every boost timed.
Shepherd sat beside Dom again, feeding him live engine metrics. "Torque's at 90%. Boost line's glowing red. We've got five minutes tops before the clutch gives."
Dom smirked. "Then we better make this fast."
Sirens shrieked behind them.
Reyes' private security and the Rio PD were on them. Dozens of units chased, sirens blaring, radios buzzing.
Roman and Han peeled off to run interference. Gisele, cool and deadly, rode shotgun with Tej in the hack truck — uploading Reyes' traffic data to mislead city patrols.
Overhead, a helicopter hovered. Shepherd glanced up. "We've got aerial."
"I'll handle it," Brian said.
He swerved into a parking structure, Dom following. The vault smashed through support beams and concrete pillars. Inside, they looped around and burst out the opposite side — catching the helicopter off-guard and vanishing beneath it.
The Split
Mid-chase, the team hit a fork.
Shepherd activated a remote detachment protocol. "Splitter ready. Go!"
Brian broke off with the decoy vault — a hollow shell. Dom, Shepherd, and Hobbs stayed with the real one.
Reyes' men followed Brian, thinking he had the prize. But the real crew circled back.
The Final Stretch
On the bridge, everything came to a head.
Reyes' convoy was waiting.
Dom gunned the engine, vault swinging like a wrecking ball. He used it like a weapon — smashing cars off the road. Shepherd rerouted coolant to the boosters. "Final push!"
As they neared the end of the bridge, Hobbs' armored truck roared into view, smashing through Reyes' barricade with the fury of a tank. He pulled alongside the vault and launched the final cables — anchoring it to his own rig.
Dom and Shepherd hit the brakes.
Hobbs dragged the vault away — mission complete.
But Reyes wasn't done. He rammed Hobbs' truck with a black SUV.
Dom spun around and crushed the SUV with his Charger, killing Reyes' driver.
Brian returned at that exact moment, took out the last goon with a shotgun blast from the car window.
Reyes, bloodied and stunned, tried to crawl from the wreck.
Hobbs stepped over him, revolver raised. "That was for my team."
Bang.
Aftermath – Safehouse
Later that night, the crew sat in silence.
The money was gone — scattered, burned, vanished. But the family remained.
Shepherd stared out over the city, the Rift Core humming faintly beneath his ribs.
It had absorbed the chaos. It had fed.
He was stronger now.
But he said nothing — not yet.
Dom walked over and handed him a beer. "You earned it."
Shepherd nodded, quiet.
The job was done.
But the real journey had only just begun.