Knight Rider © Glenn Larson. Connor & the Institute © me. Fast and Furious © obviously not mine.
AN: The sequel to Hit Man! I hope I get better reviews for this one. Reviews aren't necessary, but they make me update faster.
They made for an odd sight. A silver and black Nissan Skyline R35 GTR was parked beside a solid black Ferrari Enzo. An older man leaned against the Skyline, his arms crossed over his chest. He was tall, muscular, bald, and very clearly respectful of the woman in front of him. She was at least ten years his junior, maybe more – it was hard to tell. Long black hair hung in a braid down her back, bangs framing in her clear amber eyes. He was dressed in a white sleeveless shirt and jeans. She wore a black long-sleeved shirt and black cargo pants. Neither were armed. She was deadly still.
Dom trusted Connor. In the past five years that he had known her, she had proven herself to be a valuable ally. He knew when she was in trouble, even when she wouldn't admit it. This time, however, he was the one in trouble. He thought she was too.
"They knew about you." Dom said quietly. "They knew everything – about you, your parents, the car. How could they know that if the Institute hadn't sent them?"
"I don't know." Connor murmured, calmly taking everything in. "They could have figured it out other ways. It's hard to run a background check on me, but not impossible."
Dom chuckled at that. "Not even Brian can do it, and he had all the backing of the FBI with him." he reminded her. "That's why it took you five months to work your way in."
"Don't remind me." Connor said with a grin. "It wasn't my finest hour."
"I thought you did pretty good." he said.
"So there were two of them." Connor mused. "Did they try to hurt you?"
"Tried." Dom said. "I wouldn't tell them anything about you. They tried to rough me up, and I had to fight back. They were pretty well armed."
"You killed them."
Connor nodded. She respected Dom. He was one of the few contacts she had that the Institute knew nothing about. He was the only man she had met who hadn't raised a hand against her in all the five years they had known each other. If anything, he had fought for her when one of his gang mates tried to rough her up. So she respected him, and she did what she could to keep him safe.
The Ferrari's engine rumbled. "It's not a big loss, but it will bring the cops running." Karr cautioned.
Connor grinned as she ran her fingers across the hood. "It will – but we'll be waiting for them." she assured him. "All evidence goes through computers now, right?"
"And once it does, it will go away. How long can they keep an investigation running when all their evidence keeps disappearing?"
It had taken Dom a while to get used to Karr. He still wasn't comfortable around the Ferrari – heck, no one was. Connor was the only one to work under Karr's hood, and while others would help her out, no one would go under there themselves. Dom couldn't really say he blamed them. Karr had a foul temper and a mean sense of humor. Not unlike Connor herself.
"How long can Karr keep that up?" he asked.
"As long as it takes." Karr replied smugly. "I am an AI, after all. Computers are child's play for me."
Connor rolled her eyes. "He's so humble, isn't he?" she quipped. Dom chuckled. "All right. Karr and I are heading out for the night – there's some things we need to do. We'll be back by morning. Give Letty and Mia love for us?" She blew Dom a mocking kiss as she slid into the driver's seat of the Ferrari. Dom waved as they took off, out of sight down the dark road almost before he could blink.
They had helped Dom out of a tight corner. When Connor had come to him six months ago asking sanctuary, he knew he had to repay his debt. Besides, Mia loved Connor like a little sister. Dom had to help Connor out, if only for Mia. Letty and Brian were still suspicious of the young woman and her strange car, but Connor didn't seem to care.
If only Dom could shake the feeling that something was about to go very wrong, very quickly.
"I don't think Dom would approve of what we are about to do." Karr said quietly. Connor shook her head.
"He has no room to talk." she pointed out. "He's the one who used to hijack semis for a living. Besides, I'm not even stealing anything that I plan on selling."
"That makes it more dangerous for everyone." Karr said grimly.
Connor glared at the dash. "Tell me something – how are your scanners holding up?" When Karr didn't respond, Connor nodded. "I thought so. You've been taking care of me all this time. It's my turn to take care of you. If that means hijacking a semi to do it, so be it."
"Knight and Kitt will be there."
"No they won't." she smiled tightly. "There's a case further south in Miami. The semi is on its way out to meet them there. We're going to head them off at the pass."
Karr seemed to sigh. "I hope you know what you're doing." he murmured. "I don't want you getting hurt."
She reached out and brushed her fingers across the dash. "It's all right, Karr." she whispered softly. "Everything is going to be just fine."
Karr shivered at her touch. He swore she did that on purpose.