Joker flipped the Razor around in his hand. The little thin phone that held all of his contact numbers, bosses numbers, hell it even had Nat's number in it now and minutes before had been used to call Brian up. He was going to lay it all on the table and start the fire that would burn up everyone's plans. In five hours the cars would start to be put on the freighter and sent to the drop point. So many beautiful and very expensive cars. The message to Brian had been blunt as could be,

"Hey it's Walter, I'll be at the track. No races just time for us to talk." It was a lure, well one that was baited with him on the hook. There wasn't much to the truth, he had been playing both sides the mob and the feds. Letty was alive and he was on the payroll for the people that set it up. He'd already dropped off the federal grid net thanks to a blocker in the phone and now he just needed to cut his ties to the siblings. With Brian's help that would be easy. He stepped from the matte white E46 BMW E3 into the light rain and zipped his jacket up. As he saw the distinguished head lights approaching he snapped the phone in two and threw it as far as he could. It was time for him to take back his life...and whatever he could with it.

The call had been completely unexpected but it didn't take Brian a minute to decide whether or not to meet Walter. This was the one straw he could grasp to help his brother and close the case hopefully catching whoever shot Mira while he was at it.
So he made a call to his girlfriend and left a message where he was going...but not to bring the cavallery.

The closer he got to the rendevouz point the more nervous he got.
From a distance he could see the guy standing next to his BMW seemingly unarmed...seemingly. Nevertheless Brian left his bullet proof vest on and shoved one gun in his holster, the other one he held in his hand when he came to a halt and climbed out of the car.
With a safe distance between them he shouted. "What do you want to talk about?"

"You, your brother...the other cop." He tilted his head slightly towards Brian a slightly maniacle look in his eyes. "You know who I'm talking about." He stopped Brian from feigning stupidity. "Your girlfriend." He smirked. "And the people that tie us all together, Natassia and her brother Deon. Beauty and the Beast themselves. You see Brian I am sick of playing these games and you want to wrap this up before anyone else gets hurt hmm? I mean now that your ex is around and no doubt soon your friend will be too...Domique?"

His normal reserved professionalism was gone tonight leaving the attitude that matched his true vocation, "We have this car right here left to take to the drop zone. I knew your brother couldn't get it...because it was mine. I'll take it to the drop zone and all you got to do is tail me. No doubts they will be there waiting for it. I mean they -are- waiting for the second half of the payment." His smile was sickening and dripping with venom.

Walter knew a hell of a lot for a hitman so Brian had the sneaking suspicion that this guy was much more than that. The fact that he knew about his brother, girlfriend and even ex was a little irritating so Brian narrowed his eyes. "First you're going to tell me why you know so much about me."

Then the names Natassia and Deon got his attention. Those were the names his computer had put out...so he was right. His eyes started to sparkle a little. He was on to something and this guy was serving him the case , that seemed to unsolvable on a silver platter.

"What's in it for you? I mean I don't like running into ambushes if you know what I mean!"
Brian wasn't going to drive anywhere with a guy who most likely shot at his girlfriend if he didn't understand what that guy actually wanted.

"My life Brian. Without any marionette strings attached for once. Since I've been fourtteen I have had a gun to my head or my hands covered in blood, this is my escape plan. You get the bad guys and I get out of it." -with the cars- he didn't add. What Deon and Nat didn't know is he already arranged to have their contact at the shipyard, there was about to me a shift in power.l much like a Marxist revolution. His face became a placid mask. "Your like me. You don't like two face liars and corrupt. Cops. And you're a hippocrit like me too, I've been playing the same game as you both sides but my undercover for the feds is done. Ill have names and houses of moles for you if you help me, people that work for my agency. All you have to do is take out or take down the siblings tonight."

Brian listened to the guy very carefully. The whole thing still sounded like a set up to him. Wasn't this they guy who had just shot at Mira and left a warning? And now he wanted to join forces?
"Let me guess- I have to come alone."
He knitted his brow and suddenly stepped forward. "I have one more question for you and I want an honest answer. Did you shot my girlfriend?"
His eyes narrowed and his hand hovered over the butt of his gun ready to draw it.

"The truth? No I didn't shoot her. I shot her vest where the plate would take it and would only leave tissue dammage. If I had wanted to shoot her you ould have been cleaning brain matter off your house. Take the shot if you want. You'll have a stolen car and no idea where the final drop point is or the perps. And we both know what we have to do under cover and what the risks are. You've done it for your badge and I do it for the money. This time the money was the scape goat I needed to kick rocks. So...what are you going to do Brian, the drop needs to be done in the next hour," He raised his hands palm up at shoulder level urging Brian to make the decision. He already knew at least one person wasn't going to live to see sunlight but would there be anyone else?

The fact that this guy had shot Mira, scared him half to death and put her through all this pain instantly gave him so much rage that he thumbed the safety off and held the gun to Walters cheek in one motion. "You fucking bastard! You'll pay for hurting her." His finger twitched to pull the trigger. Nobody would care if a cop shot a wanted hit man. But Brian was no killer.
He thumbed the safety back on. There would be a chance to pay this guy back-after the drop. Once the job was finished.
"Stop comparing me and you. We're not one bit alike."

Without any further words he turned around, got in his Skyline and nodded at Walter through the windshield."

"O'Conner. You are dead wrong, we are very much alike." His smile faded to a smirk as he got into the car slowly. -Ill show you by the end of the night- he added in his head and started the near silent engine. The final drop point was at the docks. It would take a minute for them to get there and Brian still required a little more of a push to get him where Walter wanted him. "Lets see how well you can judge your opponents..." He said softly to himself and peeled out onto the street heading for the highway.

Brian had no choice but following Walter unless he wanted to drop everything right now. After all it wasn't really his chase any more. It was Mira's who was now on sick leave.
In his hand he held the phone while he was driving and dialled Mira's number but only got the mail box.
"Mira, call me back asap. The shit's going to go down now. We're heading to the docks. I'll leave my phone on so you can track it if anything happens."
While he was following Walter in a safe distance so nobody would notice he wondered if he shouldn't radio for back-up rather than trying this alone. Unfortunately back-up would scare off the 'big guys' so he decided to once again rely on himself only even though that had proofed to be a mistake more than once in the past.

Suddenly Brian noticed that there were three cars between him and Joker, which made it pretty hard to follow him.

"Sloppy O'conner, thought you were professional." He shifted gears and lanes suddenly dropping behind Brian and double tapping his brights. "Wakey wakey. Eyes on your target."

The headlights shone into his eyes when he looked in the mirror.
"What the hell?" Brian knitted his brow. How could this happen?
Silently he slapped himself. Better stay focussed now. After all it would be more crucial now than ever.
Brian changed lanes, sped up and took the lead towards the docks.
"Stop screwing with me, asshole." He muttered.

Mira woke up when her phone started to beep signaling a missed call. Picking it up she listened to the voice mail. "Great..." She rolled out of bed and started to get dressed texting Brian.
'Want me to come now or later?' As she waited for his response she started to load the clip to her favorite side arm, her Glock 17.

While he tried to keep his eyes on Walters car this time he briefly looked at the screen of his phone when it came to life.
Quickly he dialled her number again and more or less shouted. "Mira, I need you now, not later, get your cute ass into gear and put a vest on. This is getting serious."
Quickly he turned the corner to stay close to Walter.
A few cars honked because he cut them off.

Mira picked up the phone. "Fine no need to yell. I'm on my way." She slid the gun into the holster on her belt and put her vest on under her motorcycle jacket. She grabbed her helmet and ran to the garage but not before stopping at the gun safe pulling out a soft case with a shotgun. Could never be too careful. Putting the strap of the gun over her shoulder she pulled on her helmet and started her GSX-R. The bike was quicker then her car when it came to getting in and out of traffic. She drove out of the garage and headed to Brian breaking several laws on the way.

Brian's focus had improved with the prodding, this made Walter incredibly happy. He managed to keep the giddy feeling all the way up to the offramp that lead to the back lots and private docking bays. He slowed as they approached and grabbed the cellophane covered package from under his seat and pocketed it. His own plan began to come together as he smiled. He pulled his car to a stop outside of the drop zone. One final thing to do before it started.

Walter stepped from the car and waited for Brian to get out of his. As the cop stepped out he leveled a punch across the mans jaw. The action was mad to rile him up, piss him off and make him lose his temper now before any shit hit the fan. "If you ever pull a gun on me again you better pull the trigger!" He snarled and circled backwords so that his back was to Brian's open door.

First of all Brian was surprised that Walter looked straight at him when he stopped the car. He thought nobody was supposed to know that he was there. Instead the guy approached him and punched him so hard that Brian though he'd broken his jaw for a moment. Before the pain subsided Brian was going for the guy out of instinct. Nobody was allowed to punch him just like that.
With a fast step forward he pretended to ball his fist but then hammered his elbow in Walters face.
"I aim my gun at whoever the fuck I want, got me?"

Walter smiled as the elbow struck him and forced him back and against Brian's car. He was in just the right position to plant the brick of coke under Brian's seat as he stood back up. He sniffed the forking blood out of his nose and spit it on the ground. "Damn, here I was hoping you were a pushover." He straitened himself up and walked back to his car. "The dropzone is ahead. The red cargo ship third in the dock. I'm suppose to drive in and drop it off...I want you to follow on foot once you see me go in."

Satisfied with Walters bleeding nose at the appreciative comment he rubbed his own jaw and glared at the guy. Obviously he was not to be trusted. Next time he'd leave with his gun in his hand.

Getting back into the Skyline Brian muttered. "Fuck you."
Right then he decided that, if the opportunity presented itself he'd take Walter down as well. The jack ass deserved it.

Following his car he speed dialled Mira's number again.
"Are you close? It's the red tanker. Hurry up. Don't call the cavallery yet though. If they see sirens everything will go south."

Mira, thanks to the Bluetooth headset in her helmet answered her phone. "Look behind you."
She had managed to catch up with them and was now driving behind Brian. "So wanna give me alittle more detail about what is going on?" She hated not knowing all of what they were getting into.