Dom is looking at the bullet that Letty had shot him with.
"What you're looking at is a 5.45 by 18 FMJ spitzer bullet," Brian says as he and Zoe walk over to Dom. "It's specific to one handgun, PSM. Now, given that handguns are illegal in the United Kingdom, there's very few people that have access to that firearm. So if somebody wanted to, say, track down where it came from, it wouldn't be too hard." Brian hands Dom a paper. "I was a cop for a lot of years. Some habits die hard."
"A pawn shop," Dom says as he looks at the paper.
Zoe looks around to see three men inside the shop as Brian closes the door behind them.
"All right. What do you want?" The Pawnbroker asks them.
"They say if someone's looking for a Russian gun, you're the man to see," Zoe tells him.
"Oh, they do, do they?" The Pawnbroker asks him. "What do you want lady?" The two men in the room stand behind Dom and Zoe. One grabs Zoe by her shoulder before she turns around, grabbing his arm before slinging him into the wall. Dom turns around before head butting the other man. Dom reaches under the glass grabbing a fist full of The Pawnbroker's shirt, slamming him against the glass so he couldn't reach his gun. Brian quickly grabs his gun, pointing it at the man, who tries to enter the shop.
"That might be a bad idea," Brian tells the man, who walks away before Brian closes the door.
"I'm looking for the owner of this," Dom says as he holds the bullet in front of the glass.
"I don't know," The Pawnbroker tells him before Dom pulls him away from the glass then slamming him back into it.
"Take a closer look," Zoe says with a nod.
"About a week ago, a girl and guy came in, bought guns, ammo, everything I had," The Pawnbroker explains.
"A girl?" Dom asks him. "What did they look like?"
"Tough chick, dark hair. Mean streak. Tough guy. Brown hair. Also a mean streak. Word is they're street racers," The Pawnbroker answers him.
"Where can we find them?" Brian asks as he walks closer.
"How do I know? Do I look like a racer?" The Pawnbroker questions him before Dom slams his head back into the glass, knocking him out.
"No, you don't," Zoe answers him before walking out the door.
"Take care, guys?" Brian tells the men as he flips the open sign to closed.
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Speedy Love
FanfictionSometimes love can happen in a matter of 10 seconds or over a crappy tuna sandwich. (Brian O'Conner Love Story) All rights to The Fast And The Furious franchise. I only own my character(s). Cover by: vIgIlant3_shIt
