The warehouse is quiet… too quiet.

Rain drums softly against the broken roof panels. Neon from the favela hillside flickers through cracked windows, painting the concrete floor in blue and orange shadows. The smell of oil, dust, and ocean salt hangs heavy in the air.

Inside, three figures stand around the stripped Ford GT40. Dominic Toretto leans against a worktable, arms crossed, jaw tight. His presence fills the room — heavy, controlled, dangerous. His eyes stay locked on the warehouse door. Brian O’Conner sits on the hood of the GT40, wiping grease from his hands, restless energy radiating from him. He keeps glancing toward the entrance, listening for engines. Mia Toretto stands nearby, arms folded around herself, trying to stay calm. She watches Dom closely, knowing what’s coming next will change everything.

Dom finally speaks. “They’re coming.” As if summoned by his words… A deep engine rumble echoes from outside. Headlights flash across the entrance as a black Porsche Panamera rolls in smoothly. The door opens. Tej Parker steps out first, phone still in hand, scanning the warehouse with sharp eyes. He exhales slowly. “Man… I leave Miami for one call from Brian and suddenly I’m standing in a Brazilian hideout with cartel heat on my back. You better tell me this is worth it.”

Brian smirks slightly. “It’s worth it.”

Before Tej can reply— A loud, aggressive rev explodes outside. A red Lamborghini Gallardo drifts slightly as it pulls in crooked. The door swings open dramatically. Roman Pearce hops out, looking around in disbelief. “You gotta be kidding me… jungle humidity, rusted buildings, armed criminals? Brian, I swear you only call me when my life expectancy drops.”

Dom gives him a slow, unreadable stare.

Roman raises his hands. “Relax, big muscular guy. I came. I’m just emotionally unprepared.”

Another car arrives quietly. A silver Nissan Silvia rolls in almost silently. Han Lue steps out, casually eating chips, hands in pockets. He looks around, nodding once. “Rio’s loud. But this place feels… calm before chaos.”

Mia gives a small smile. “Good to see you, Han.”

A sharper engine tone cuts through the air. A sleek black sports car pulls in with military precision. The door opens. Gisele Yashar steps out, posture straight, eyes immediately analyzing exits, shadows, threats.

She looks at Dom. “You said it was urgent.”

Dom nods once. “It is. ” She glances toward Han briefly. Their eyes meet. A quiet moment passes. Then— Two muscle cars roar in together. Laughing echoes before the engines even stop. Tego Leo jumps out first. “Brooo! When Dom Toretto calls, you don’t ask questions. You just show up!”

Rico Santos follows, cracking his knuckles. “So… who we robbing this time?”

The warehouse now feels alive. Engines tick as they cool. Rain continues falling outside. Everyone gathers closer, forming a loose circle around Dom, Brian and Mia.

Dom steps forward slowly, before another loud engine echoes through the night and approached rapidly. Unsure of who that was, Dom slowly glanced at Brian in silent question

Brain just smirked at him and crossed his arms "Oh, that person's on me. Guess i forgot to tell you, but i called one more..partner for this." He said amused