ʜᴇʀᴍᴇs - the fast and the furious

VI-II

"We're looking for information." Hermes told the man, who shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Information?" The man asked. Hermes nodded. "About what?"

"Information about cars. In particular, two you designed recently." She answered.

"Ramp cars." Riley added. "Low slung, skeletal frames?"

"We'd be very interested to find the man who bought those." Hermes told him.

"Why should I help you?" The man asked, smirking as though he was enjoying this far too much.

"Because we're asking you nicely." Hermes replied.

"Because you're asking me nicely? What can you offer that I can't get from a thousand other girls?" He snorted. He turned toward Riley, extending his arm to caress her face. "Hmm?"

She grabbed his arm, twisting it violently behind his back, a resounding crack humming through the yard. She broke his fingers next.

"Stop, stop, stop!" He cried. She flipped him over onto his back, pinning him with her knee against his face.

"You look like a man who likes it rough." Hermes said, kneeling down by his face. "My friend here can give you heights of pain you've never experienced before. Do we have a deal?" Riley pushed her knee into his face, his skin grinding against the pavement as he cried out in pain.

"Deal, deal, deal!"

"I take it back." Roman said, popping one of Han's peanuts into his mouth as he observed the two girls. "Me likey."

The man got up, groaning, and let the pair into a small booth with a computer, claiming he had the information there.

"So, may I ask why you're looking for Shaw?" The man inquired as he clicked away on his computer.

"He took something of ours. We'd like to talk to him about it." Hermes replied monotonously.

"Let's see what we got." The man pondered aloud. He took his sweet time, and it wasn't hard to discover he'd called someone when Letty showed up in the Range Rover from the previous evening. "Sorry girls." The man said nonchalantly. Hermes and Riley exchanged looks as the two men exiting the car cocked their automatic rifles. They all hit the floor as the glass started raining.

Riley managed to duck out of the booth, shooting at the first person she saw. Letty returned fire, but turned and ran as her gun jammed. Han and Roman ran over to intervene, before becoming locked in a shootout with the two men. They shot one of them before running after the other.

The man, the informant, was now on the ground, bleeding out. Hermes did her best to administer first aid, but he was likely going to die.

"Hold on. Stay with me." She huffed, pressing her hands to his wounds. "Tell me where to find Shaw, and I'll make him pay for this." He reached down to his pocket, where Hermes pulled out his phone.

"Braga." The man sputtered, before losing consciousness. Hermes huffed, pocketing his phone. A motorcycle revved outside, catching her attention. Shaw's other guy had managed to haul himself on a bike, and was firing blindly as he drove away. Hermes raised her gun, poised to aim, and shot him directly in the forehead. His body fell to the ground, the motorcycle falling on top of him.

She waited we for the remains of her group to return, and they all looked a tad worse-for-wear. They went straight back to the penthouse, where the rest of the team was waiting.

"What the hell happened?" Brian asked, frowning at the sad state of affairs. Hermes gave him a look.

"We met Dom's girlfriend." Riley replied. "She's lovely." Riley's face was battered and bruised, no doubt from the intense fist-fight she'd gotten into with Letty.