After Dom got back into his cell from his trial, his temper started to over come him. He kept pacing back and fourth in his cell muttering "Fuck how can I be so stupid." Dom was get so furious he punched the wall almost braking his wrist. He couldn't sit still he had to get his anger out. He continued to pace in his cell when the prison guard came up to him and said "You have big day head of you. Your getting transferred to big prison." Dom was ignoring the prison guard he wasn't in the mood, all he wanted was some alone time.

Days have gone by after his trial. Dom was still pacing in cell, he hadn't slept for 2 days, he couldn't stop thinking about the lifetime of wrongs that he has done.

At lunchtime the same day a dark figure was watching Dom while he waited in line with a tray in his hand.
When he finally sat down at a table by himself the man stepped away from the wall and took a seat right next to him.
His dark eyes were fixed on Dom. Without a hint of friendlliness or compassion he said. "The word is you had your hearing and didn't go too well." He took a breadroll of Dom's tray to show him that he wasn't intimidated by him in the slightest.
"That's too bad. Mine is still ahead of me."
With a smile he bit into it.
"I have a GOOD lawyer."

As the man sat down next Dom taking his roll, he took a good look at the man and noticed that it was Braga. Before he said anything he remembered Brian telling him that the prison guards didnt know him by Braga they new him as Compos. Dom turned to him and chuckled "Good lawyer or not, its all about the statement and record Compos." he took a sip of his soda.
As he placed the glass down on to the table "Pretending a death, now that is kind of ruff. and 10 years transporting drugs to the board. Mmmm. I don't know it the Judge is going to let that slay by Compos."

Dom stands up for the table, he picks up his tray and walks to the trash, he dumps his tray. He walks back over to Braga and whispers to him "I am getting out of here one way or another. I have my secret ways just like you do." Dom was referring to Braga having Giselle come in here to visit him and Giselle leaving Dom a note about everything.

His dark eyes reveiled no emtion. As usual Braga played it cool. he was a master of his domain leading people to beleiv he was a friendly guy just before he stabbed them in the back.

He gave Dom a smile and whispered. "Tell me when you're done digging your tunnel so i can use it, too. I'll pay you for it...might even give you a job again. You have balls. I like that!"
Who knew what Dom might be useful for in or out of prison.

Dom laughed "Pay me for it? You haven't even payed me for the last time I worked for you." Dom thought for a minute and remember that him and Brian hide the merchandise he actually did pay him.

He glared at Compos when he mentioned about working for him again. Dom wasn't sure if he could trust him. "Why would I want to work you again after what you did last time?" he said in tone.
Maybe this time Dom could make make Braga work for him.

"It's all about the money. Plain and simple."
He swallowed the last bite of Doms breadroll and pointed at him.
"Plus you still owe me...you kept some of my money and your buddy rolled the car with me in it."
Braga leaned a little closer and whispered.
"You wouldn't want your little sister to end up like Letty, would you?"

"You faking her death" he chuckled.

Braga and Dom weren't that different from each other. They were actually thought alike. Dom pointed at him "Look "Boss man" we aint going to talk about this. What do you say we just try to get on each others good sides. huh?" he held out his hand.

Braga gave Dom a smile. It looked real but all his smiles did and only a few were real.
"Sure, let's do that."
He straightened up. "Although I figured I'm already on your good side...so now you have to get on mine."
He walked around the table and leaned down to say in a low voice.
"When you get transfered to Lompoc you'll be going around handing out books to other inmates. Plusd you will be handing out my 'product' and collecting the money for it."
He put his hand on Dom's muscular shoulder. "And don't tell your FBI buddy...we know where Mia lives."

Dom chuckled "You on my good side...I'm not sure about that. Not as much as you think you are." When Braga mentioned about Dom selling his product for him and collecting the money for it, he know that this couldn't be a good sign but he was willing to do it for his sister life and for the money. Dom held his hand out to shack Braga's hand "Alright, you have a deal. I wont say a word to my friend." Dom new that even if he didn't tell Brian he would still find out about it.

It was now time for them to mingle with other inmates by going outside to do some physical activity or inside to play some games. Dom turned to Braga. "What do you say we mingle and chat more? and tell me have passed out the merchandise here?"

A couple of days later Braga approached Dom in the showers. Both men were naked just like all the other inmates. For a moment he admired Doms massive amount of muscle and wished that he'd have some of it so he could protect himself without the help of all his buddies in here.
He got uncomfortably closed and said in a low voice.
"See the pair of shoes there?" he nodded toward a bench, which Doms clothes were sitting on. I exchanged that pair for your shoes. They have the product in the bottom. Take it to Lompoc. My friend will find you there and tell you what to do next."
With these words he stepped away and dissapeared around the corner.

It was the day of the transfer.
Together with 14 other inmates Dom was put on a bus. All were dressed in orange jumpsuits, had handcuffs and shakles to be prepared for all eventualities.
Two guards and a driver were onboard the bus when it set out for their trip to destination nowhere: Lompoc.

As Dom was sitting on the bus he kept twitching his shoe,because the product was on the side of his shoe near his foot it started to feel uncomfortable. One of the guards looked over at him, then asked him 'whats wrong with your foot?' Dom mutter "Nothing, its just itchy."

A couple hours later the bus stopped, they had just left the other prison there was no way that they were already at Lompoc. The drive yelled out 'Damn we are stuck in an accident.' Dom leaned over in to look in the front of the bus. The accident looked like it was farther up but it was going to be long time till they got out of it. Dom thought to in his head 'Is this one of Brian's plans free him. Nah, this plan is risky he wouldn't make it this hard but then again he is a cop he might.'

The bus sat in the traffic for a while then it started to move again. With in a couple of hours they showed up at the Lompoc.

He got off the bus and was place into his new cell. As soon as he got there all of his new cellmates new that he was packing on some merchandise, He started to sneak in selling Braga's drugs from left to right, earning loads of money that he kept hidden. He had almost over a grand.

Any holdup could mean trouble be it from outside or within the bus. The guards stood up and while one of them was keeping his eyes on the road the other one paced up and down the bus with his gun cocked. He stared at the prisoners to intimidate them.
"What are you looking at?" He growled at Dom when he noticed him looking at the accident.

Dom glanced up at the guard as he walked up to him with the gun cocked "Nothing Sir, I am just a curious person." Dom sat back into his seat looking out the window trying to get a good look at the accident to see if was an actual accident or a set up.

Dom called the Guard "Guard how long do you think it will be?"

The guard was nervous and Doms question didn't help.
"What am I a fucking tow truck driver?"
He glared at Dom. "Stay seated and shut up...or are you expecting any guests?" He looked at Dom intently´. Maybe there was something wrong.
"Dave, is this accident real?"
His partner shouted across the bus as it started moving past the scene of the accident.
"Looks real to me!"

Dom muttered in his head 'I am suspecting someone but I am not going to tell you that.' Dom just sat there in his seat looking out the window while twiddling his thumbs. When heard raving engines in the distance. Was this just the cars around the bus being bored or was it who he thought it was. Then he saw blue lights behind the bus.