After you, Brian, and Mia, had successfully gotten Dom off the prison compact bus, Everyone on the crew fled to Brazil from the Feds, because Reyes had put a hit on everyone in the crew, claimed that they killed some feds, you guys began working low profile jobs, when you guys finalize got comfortable enough in Brazil, you guys went to a car meet, of course, only a few of the crew went.

Dom, Brian, Roman, you, Han. Han and Dom were leaning against Doms black and grey 1970 Dodge Charger R/T, Brian was sitting on the hood of a Sky Blue 1971 Nissan Skyline GTRS, Roman was standing, per usual, everyone and the large group of crowds were all having fun and partying, some people grinding against each other, some conversing, others racing their cars, betting cash and winning it.

Suddenly the fun was broke up when Agent Hobbs came in with a group of his feds in bullet proof vests, Hobbs wasn't after no one else, didn't try and break up the car meet just went straight to where you guys were sitting. “Toretto!” he called out coldly, and suddenly the whole lot went silent, Everyone looked over, the only thing that filled the silence was Han's quiet munching on the snacks he had carried with him like he always did.

“You're under arrest.” Hobbs said coldly. “Arrest?” Dom mocked with a small snort. “I don't feel like I'm under arrest.” Dom said plainly, then looked over at Brian.

“How 'bout you Brian?” Dom said mockingly, Brian shook his head. “Nah, not a bit.” Brian responded with a cool tone, unfazed by all of this, his hands in his lap, as he looked over at Hobbs. “Not even a little bit.” he added on with a blank look before looking over at you with a nod, as if saying: 'What about you?'