Covert Ops Briefing Room – Mr. Nobody's Base
Dom stood with his crew Letty, Tej, Roman, and Brian. The room was bathed in blue tactical light, a convoy route projected on the table.
Mr. Nobody paced casually, holding a beer in one hand like this was a barbecue instead of an op."Jakande's men are transporting Ramsey through the Caucasus Mountains. Armored convoy, air support, the works. We get her, we get the God's Eye. You get Shaw."
Roman whistled low. "You mean we're going to drop cars out of a plane… onto a mountain road… chasing terrorists with rocket launchers?"
Nobody smirked. "I didn't say it was safe. But I did say it'd be fun."
Dom's voice was steady. "We're in."
Engines roared as the back hatch yawned open, revealing the endless sky. Their cars were locked in place, armored and prepped. Tej had outfitted each ride with upgrades reinforced suspension, weapons modules, GPS uplinks.
Roman stared out the hatch, pale. "I'm not about this life, man. Cars don't fly!"
Brian smirked as he strapped in. "You'll be fine, Rome. Just close your eyes."
Dom's Charger sat front and center, the leader's warhorse ready to dive.
"Alright, let's ride," Dom said.
The crew exchanged nods, then the countdown began.
5… 4… 3…
Hydraulics hissed. Cars rolled forward.
2… 1…
The convoy of muscle and steel launched into the sky. Parachutes bloomed open, the vehicles diving like predators toward the winding road below
The convoy rumbled along the cliffs armored trucks, mounted guns, escorts. Jakande's men were alert, but they never expected this.
Dom's Charger slammed down first, tires gripping the dirt road. Brian landed moments later, immediately cutting through an escort Jeep. Tej's jeep touched down smooth, mounted with defensive gear.
Roman's car spun wildly mid-air, parachute cords tangling he screamed the whole way down. His Charger slammed nose-first into the forest, dragging across dirt before he finally cut loose. "See?!" he yelled over comms. "Cars don't fly!"
Letty landed clean, her ride purring like a panther.
The convoy reacted fast machine guns opened fire, RPGs streaked across the road. But Dom's crew was already cutting through them.
Dom rammed one SUV into a cliff face. Brian weaved under gunfire, taking down a tail escort. Letty slid across gravel, unleashing smoke grenades.
Then, the target appeared the armored prison bus holding Ramsey.
Tej's voice came over comms: "That's her ride. We need to crack it open."
Brian's eyes narrowed. "On it."
The battle was chaos cars flipping, engines screaming, bullets flying. But the crew held together, their driving an orchestra of destruction.
At the heart of it, Dom pushed forward. His Charger roared as he slammed into the armored bus, trying to break its defenses.