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Unknown Rest stop, California.
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It is a shock to meet the buyer of the stolen merchandise…to call her a silver Vixen would be an understatement.
Learning that Letty has a standing connection to the Shaw's yet Owen…or Decker whatever his name is still uses her and discards her like he does…did is disturbing.
'I kinda dislike how the people in this universe are so interconnected…'
Mia elbows me in the ribs at noticing I can't take my eyes off of Helen Mirren, I turn to look at Mia and she's pouting while Letty is struggling not to laugh.
"So I hear you're getting out of the game Toretto…" Queenie says and I realize she's eyeballing me like a hungry Rottweiler eyeballs a juicy rare steak.
"For now we are, things are getting too hot here in L.A." Letty speaks for Dom and Queenie smirks at that, before nodding and pointing to two duffel bags sitting on a steel bench.
"Well I best be off dearies, oh and Blondie if you ever find yourself across the pond and looking for some warmth don't be afraid to as you yanks say "look me up."" Queenie says as she climbs into the driver's seat of the international and pulls away from the meeting spot leaving behind a large luxury sedan.
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A few hours before leaving for Race Wars.
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It's been a week since the last Sign-in reward. I'm currently digging out my burn box from one of the walls in Harry's parts store.
Harry himself is currently in an oil drum inside of his garage marinating in 30 weight oil.
[O0:00:58 Seconds Remaining, Until next Sign-In Next Reward: Unknown.]
"Wow…it's that time again already." I mutter in surprise.
[Sign-in, Yes/No]
Mentally selecting yes, [Sign-in complete; dispensing reward. 1x Command Hauler set up for long term living. Radar invisible, spy gear, vehicle storage for up to five vehicles, comfortable living space for four, weapons/defense systems, active/reactive camouflage, autopilot function, self healing. 1x H.S.H.A.L.A.V. (High-Speed-Heavily-Armed-Land Assault-Vehicle.)]
"Uhh…Holy Shit!" I express as I finish getting the box with my department issued sidearm and badge out of the wall, heading outside I think about the Command Hauler appear in front of me and it does the thing takes up every last inch of room that it can while still only being a little bit bigger than a single lane road.
'It looks a lot like the one from Spy Racers…' I think and stare in awe at this massive machine.
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I step into the Command Hauler and freeze for a second.
It's... not what I expected…at all not from looking at the outside, the damn thing looks like a military-grade nightmare…angular, armored, big enough to make an eighteen-wheeler feel insecure. But inside? Inside it's like I stepped into a billionaire's mobile palace.
Everything is high-end but not overly flashy, there's matte black metalwork, dark carbon-fiber trim, and smart lighting recessed into smooth paneling. There's no chrome bullshit, no neon-like crap, just clean lines, function wrapped in understated luxury.
The main living area looks like it was designed by someone who knew what I liked and gave it life, with leather sectional wraps around a modular table that folds down into a workstation or lifts up into a dining table.
There's a flat-panel tablet display mounted into the wall, but it's off until I walk in and the place lights up for me, greeting me with a quiet mechanical chime and tactical system status readout.
Kitchenette's fully stocked with gear that looks expensive as hell the kitchen is spacious, every appliance is definitely professional grade even though it has Induction burners, there's a deep sink, water filtration, a largeish chest freezer...there's even an espresso machine with some European name I can't pronounce.
On the first level there are sliding pods that act as beds, three of them to be exact along a side wall, each with privacy panels, blackout settings, and biometric locks. I open one up and it feels absolutely heavenly.
Bathroom on the first floor? Marble insets, rainfall showerhead, heated mirror, towel warmer. Ridiculous.
I walk past the living quarters and into the vehicle bay. Five slots, four empty. One's got the High speed Heavily armored/armed land assult vehicle which looks like a Lamborghini that is jacked up by or foot or two, has surface to air missiles launches, machine gun turrets, heavy armor plating, large knobby tires it's fucking sick.
The Supra pops into my head. Letty absolutely refuses to take it from me to cover my debt to her after watching me put so much time and custom built features, like auto defenses, color shifting technology, licence plate switchers…James Bond would salivate over my Supra and that's not taking into account how fast and durable she is with the structural reinforcements and bullet resistant modifications.
Currently the paint is set on a very very sexy setting that makes my little princess look absolutely stunning, with the black paint that is blacker than the darkest night, glossy and deep like the paint soaks up all the light around it. Red racing stripes run from the hood over the roof to the rear deck. Pinstripes—thin, sharp, precisely calibrated that follow the curves of the contours of the body like they're veins.
Shaking off thinking about my little Princess, I head upstairs. The master bedroom is massive, a bathroom similar to downstairs but obviously a little more lavish…if that's even possible, a small movie theater for three, a small kitchenette much smaller than the larger one downstairs.
Walking through I come to a command center, that is absolutely insane in it's intensity dozens of monitors and controls.
Then there is an elevator that goes up to a rooftop area that has a Jacuzzi hot tub and grilling area along with seating that rides up from the floor.
'Okay this thing is awesome…' I think idly, 'But how do I explain it to the girls…the Night-Night Guns they were willing to buy…but this thing I'm gonna have to give them more.' shaking off the thoughts of problems for future me I take the elevator down to the first floor and walk into the cabin of the Command Hauler's…hauler sitting down in the pilot's seat.
{Hello Brian O'Connor, I am Pilot-One your advanced A.I. who can fully operate all of this vehicle's functions. Would you like me to begin piloting to a location?}
"Please plot a course to the Toretto's Garage and Tire, Pilot-One."
{Affirmative Sir, plotting course…course plotted now driving to Toretto's Garage and Tire Shop, ETA fifteen minutes.}
{Activating Camouflage mode to look like a normal semi truck and trailer.}
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Toretto Garage and Tire
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Pulling up out front of the garage and exiting the command hauler, Mia and Letty stare at me with arched eyebrows and sassy hands on their hips, that scream we are not letting this one go Brian…even if we have to torture the truth out of you.
I feel a shiver of excitement at the looks Mia and Letty are giving me, seeing Jesse staring at me with his mouth hanging open, "I have room for four more cars in the hauler, three when you take into account my Supra…there's also three bunks downstairs." I say and Leon looks uncomfortable and unsure about how to be around me.
Dom walks out of the garage and stairs at the rig, "Do I even want to ask?" Dom asks with a smirk on his face, he'd noticed me building some of the stuff that went into the Supra.
"Probably not." I joke playfully, before I shrug and walk over to everyone stopping to kiss Mia and Letty on the cheeks, fist bumping Jesse clapping Dom on his shoulder.
Walking past them, making a beeline to the Supra, brushing my fingertips along the curve of the hood, and muttering, "You look so beautiful, welcome to the family, Princess." I murmur gently as I slide into the carbon fiber interior and sit in the extra comfy racing seats clipping into the five-point harness, pressing the start button full dash readout with HUD comes to life the engine roaring to life and then settling to a purr of a large jungle cat.
I feel a rush of adrenaline flow through my veins, "Baby girl you and Daddy are gonna dominate Race Wars." I murmur as I lovingly caress the steering wheel and paddle shifters.
And slowly pull out of the garage and pull up behind the Hauler, the rear splits open and a ramp descends. I pull inside and park my little princess inside.
Mia and Letty follow me inside and then Jesse with his little VW he looks at me nervously and I wave him inside, Jesse takes one look at the H.S.H.A.L.A.V. and looks like he's about to make a mess of his pants…in the fun way as a merc with a mouth would put it.