You were waiting stationary. Your eyes restless. Your hand hovering over the gear stick. You waited outside of a tall, modern building meant for infiltration by the Task Force, 141. Price, who was on standby in a helicopter, was the one who gave you the role of transportation, driving a Ford Mustang Shelby GT350 - seating 4. You were the definition of Fast and Furious. Finally, three men - Ghost, Gaz and Soap ran abruptly from the building towards the car, gunshots being fired. They got in.