The glow of the TV lit the safehouse living room. Jeff leaned forward, staring at the shaky amateur footage playing on repeat: two muscle cars dragging a steel vault through the streets of Rio, turning cop cars into twisted scrap.
Dom Toretto. Brian O'Conner. Legends already.
Jeff chuckled, rubbing his jaw. "Guess I missed that party."
He grabbed the remote and killed the screen. No sense chasing ghosts. If Fast Five was already in the history books, then it meant one thing: the world was wide open. Hobbs would be hunting, Toretto's crew would scatter, and the underworld would be restless. Opportunity.
Jeff opened his laptop and logged into the darknet markets. His rep from the underground racing wins had already started to spread fast cars, pink slip taker, a ghost with a ride no one could match. Requests for drivers, smugglers, and hitters filled the inbox.
One caught his eye:
Getaway Driver Needed – Central London – High Reward
The details were thin, but he didn't need more. Jeff pulled on his jacket, slipped the pistol into its holster, and headed to the garage. The matte-gray beast shimmered under the lights, engine growling like it knew what was coming.
The crew waiting at the alley looked like amateurs three guys with shotguns, cheap masks, and nerves already frayed. But money was money, and Jeff wanted the heat.
"Who the hell are you?" one of them demanded.
Jeff smirked as the gullwing door rose. "Your ticket out of here."
Minutes later, alarms screamed across the city. Jeff hit the gas, and London became his racetrack. Sirens closed in, choppers cut through the clouds, and Jeff danced with death. Smoke screens blinded pursuers, EMP bursts killed comms, and the hybrid V16 howled down narrow streets like a predator.
The crew clung to their seats, half screaming, half praying. Jeff just smiled. This was his element.
By the time they reached the drop, the police were gone, the loot safe, and Jeff's legend growing.
Back at the safehouse, Jeff tossed the cash on the counter and opened the system interface.
[System Update]Reputation Level: Rising New Options Unlocked: Recruit crew members Expand black market connections– Upgrade vehicle transformation module
Jeff leaned back, a slow grin spreading across his face.
"Fast Five's over. Dom's crew made history. My turn now."
He poured a drink, staring out the window at the London skyline, already plotting his next move.