On top of the first hill the silhuette of the prison bus suddenly broke the rays of the sunlight.
Brian's eyes were fixed at that spot while the car's engine purred softly because the gears were disengaged. As soon as the cop saw the vehicle he pointed it out to Mia, whose hand slammed in first gear and her foot hit the gas pedal.
"The bus is here. Go, go, go!" He shouted into the microphone.
The second the bus thundered by the group of trees Brian's and Mia's car shout out behind it and sped up to diassapear in their blind spot as soon as possible.

With a sigh, Jack drummed his thumbs on the steering wheel as the minutes seemed to crawl by, the anticipation of things to come rising under his skin. He hated having to wait right before pulling some stunt. It gave you time to think about what you were about to do and that maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all.

Luckily, waiting time was finally over as Brian shouted over the radio to get their asses in gear. Literally.
With every hint of a doubt completely gone, he quickly shifted the car in to gear and followed his brother's lead. His hand was close to the device, ready to turn it on at the right moment. He figured with it jamming all radio signals within 50 meters, including theirs, it was best to turn it on at the last moment. And that moment was coming soon enough.

Larry squinted his eyes while he checked the rear-view mirror intensely. A flash of something had caught his attention or at least that's what he thought. He wasn't sure whether he really did see something or if it had just been his imagination playing tricks on him again. Nevertheless, like usual, he was rather safe than sorry.

With a grumble, he raised his voice. "Yo Jackson, did you see anything back there? I thought I saw something in my mirror." Maybe if the dipstick wasn't always so busy taking his frustration out on prisoners, he could actually do his job for once. Larry always hated it when Jackson was one of the guards on his shifts. The guy was just too much pent up aggression in his opinion.

Leon chuckled noding his head"NO worries there dawg"He replied smiling over at his friend, although he was wondering how in gods name he would be any use if he got into trouble, what with driving the car and all.

He heard Brians voice come over the radio and tightened his grip on the wheel, settling back onto the seat he shared one look with Vince before putting his foot to the floor, he was gonna have to get in front of that bus before they even knew what hit them.

Brian watched Jack pull up right behind them in the rear view mirror. For once his brother was on top of things.
His thumb pressed the radio button again.
"We're at their tail. Let us know when you're ready to distract them."
Then he held his thumb up to show Jack that he was doing fine.

"Hold her steady now." He told Mia before he placed a kiss on her cheek and then rolled down the window to climb out onto the hood of the car.

Jackson chewed his bottom lip while he stared at Gage, who in his eyes was a trouble maker.
"Nah!" He shouted back without even looking out of the window.
"But this kid here is looking for trouble." He shoved him slightly so his shoulder connected with Doms.
Then he decided to look out of the back window but couldn't see anything.
"There's nothing back there, Larry. Relax. You're always so tense."

Dom growled in his mind, but didn't dare out loud. He knew too well what trouble that could get him into. He slowly turned his head from side to side, listening to the driver and the guard's agitation.

In his mind, he knew it was next to impossible that he was going to be rescued by the gang. But in his heart, he knew that they would be there. As to when, he had no idea, and that anticipation was what was making Dom nervous.

He itched a scratch on his leg, trying not to move too fast. These guards took any quick movements as an act against them.

Gage grumbled to himself eyeing the guard with annoyance the second he turned his back, these guards had a stick so far up their ass, thought they run the show, and the way things were at the moment they bloody well did.

"Sorry man"He mumbled under his breath to Dom, before turning his gaze to the window, something had better happen to kick things up a notch he was getting board

Dom glanced at the guy next to him. He figured that since he was probably going to be stuck in jail the rest of his life, he might as well make a new friend.

"Sorry for what? And I'm Dom Toretto." He would've stuck a hand out to shake it, but at the moment he was a little tied up.

That was exactly what Jackson was waiting for.
He first glared at Dom for opening his mouth without being asked.
When Dom didn't react he backhanded him. "Shut up."
It felt great to be in charge and none of these suckers could do anything about it. He chuckled to himself. In his book each and everyone of them deserved it. After all they were all criminals.

Dom glanced sideways at the guard. When he had a chance, Dom would knock the guard's lights out.

Gage narrowed his eyes, clenching his fists on his lap, the guy was a capital A-whole. He trained his eyes on the guard for the slightest moment before droping his gaze

"Prick"He muttered low enough for only Dom to hear.

"Guys obviously over compansating"

Dom smiled slightly. He had a feelng deep inside that he knew why the guard was overcompensating.

As soon as the back of the bus came in to visual, Jack's hand hovered over the button of the device as he spoke. "Killing all radio-signals in a couple of seconds, so I suggest you all keep an extra eye open from now on in case anything goes wrong." He paused for a second, watching Brian getting ready to climb on to the hood of their car before he mumbled. "And uh.. happy hunting, I guess."
With those words he waited a few seconds longer before he pressed the button of the device and tossed his now useless radio aside.

All he had left to do, was stick to the bus within 50 meters and keep an eye on the rest of them.
He'd hate for anyone to get hurt, especially his brother. Though he would never admit anything like that to Brian's face of course.

"Killing all radio-signals in a couple of seconds, so I suggest you all keep an extra eye open from now on in case anything goes wrong." Leon listened to Jacks voice down the radio before flippig it to the side, in a couple of seconds it was gonna be useless any way. He cracked his neck shooting Vince a look from the corner of his eye.

"Lets do this brother"He stated confidently before downshifting and pushing the pedal down, the car shooting forward. Before he knew it he was loomig on the back end of the bus, he whipped the car out quickly passig it, before vering in front of it, he pulled the hand break up quickly throwing it into reverse

"Go do your thing Dawg"

When Leon passed the bus Brian gave them two thumbs up and then got ready to climb out of the window. Quickly he rolled down the mask that was sitting on top of his head. He liked his freedom and if this mask would help him to keep it he was going to wear it.
As soon as he stuck his head out of the window it almost got torn off by the airstream. Even breathing was hard and his heart rate shooting up didn't help either. It wasn't easy to climb out onto the hood of the car with a backpack full of gear. Brian could only keep his balance if Mia held the car at a very steady speed and didn't swirf.
He got down on one knee and reached for two suction pads waiting for Mia to stear the car close enough to the bus that Brian could attach them. He would need them to climb onto the top.

Dom watched an import car that he knew well veer in front of the bus, and go into reverse. He showed no reaction on the outside except fake surprise, but on the inside, he was smiling. He knew his crew would come get him.

To stifle his excitement and show his surprise, he nervously scratched the top of his head.

"What's going on?" he asked out loud, looking around.

Gage raised a brow turning his gaze in the direction of the window the second he heard the loud growls of engines, he heard Dom ask the simple question everyone else was thinking, he shook his head trying to see what the hell was going on.

"Not got a clue man"He replied with a conffused shake of hsi head leaning forward trying to see better, he glanced at Dom for only a moment and furrowed his brow, something wasnt sitting right that was for sure, he just didnt look surprised enough, or mearly as interested as the others.

Jacksons attention finally got taken off the cons. He turned around and stomped to the front of the bus looking out the front window where he spotted a black car. Not that unsusual he thought to himself.
The car slowed down and got closer to the bus.
"What the fuck?" He grumbled and waved his partner, Lee, who'd been pretty quiet over. Lee was the total opposite. He didn't like intimidating prisoners for no reason. He simply did his job.
Lee pointed to the car and asked.
"Should we inform the station?"
He reached for the radio and pulled it towards his mouth. "This is transport 8-25. We're 23.5 miles on our route. There's a vehicle in front of us slowing down. Awaiting isntruction. Over." The only thing he could hear as a reply was static. So Lee tried again until Jackson ripped it out of his hand and tried a third time with the same result.

Larry raised an eyebrow the moment Jackson had ripped the radio out of Lee's hand and shook his head, taking his turn to rip the radio out of Jackson's hand. The guy really tested his patience.
"You think you have some sort of magic touch or something. That it will somehow work when you hold it in your greasy claws?" He growled while he forcefully placed the thing back in it's holder. "Obviously the signal is dead."

He trained his gaze back on the car riding in front of them. So far, other than it slowing down, nothing too alarming was happening. Nevertheless, Larry's same old motto 'better safe than sorry' popped up. "You two better take positions and watch our passengers. I don't know what this guy is up to, but it can't be any good."