Brian had just been attempting to race in his Mitsubishi Eclipse, Against Dom, Johnny Tran, and a few others, you had been there to see it as you were Dom's little sister, the sister he had been going to Bob's Market, Dom's little diner shop that he owned, ordering 'Tuna on white no crust' for the past few weeks and gotten beat up for, the tuna was crappy. But he did it to catch your attention.

but anyways, he ended up blowing the Piston Rings, and busting the floorboard after not listening to his computer he had hooked up saying it'd be a 'danger to manifold' Well, the cops had been called for streetracing. Everyone fled, and when your brother, Dom, had almost gotten arrested, Brian pulled up with his Mitsubishi and been his getaway driver, getting his spot in the crew, slightly. Then Johnny Tran, who was on their turf, unlike they were supposed to be. Shot up Brian's Mitsubishi, which bursted into flames from the NOS.

So at the party, Dom had said: “You owe me a ten second car.” he had told Brian with that ever so smug yet chill smile of his. The very next day, he had gotten pulled over by a friend of his uncles, arrested. Under the pressure of his uncle forced to be an undercover cop, forced to grow close and arrest Dom. His uncle even provided him with a wrecked car to turn into a '10 second car'

So the day after that day, he came pulling into Dom's garage, parking his truck with a dark red rusted wrecked 1994 Toyota Supra MK IV on the back of the trailer. “What do we got here?” Dom asked with a raise of the eyebrow as he walked out of the warehouse sized garage. “This is your car.” Brian responded with a confident smile, gesturing to the car behind him that he was standing in front of.

“My car?, I said a ten-second-car, not a ten minute car.” Dom said. “Aye no faith!-” Brian immediately said, his smirk slightly faltering, but kept his bravado.

“ Oh, I have faith in you, but this isn't a junkyard, this is a garage-” Dom said.