Brian O'Conner (blueeyedbuster) wrote in omega_reality, @ 2013-02-20 05:59:00 |
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RP: Another Rift, Another Day, Another Brian.
Who: Brian O'Conner, John Connor, and Alpha Unit
Where: Mexico to Texas to a plane over the Southwest and California
When: Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Summary: Brian didn't take the left at Alberqueque and still wound up in the Twilight Zone.
If it had been anyone but Suki, Brian thought as he crossed into Laredo, Texas out of Nuevo Laredo, Mexico. But, it was Suki and Tej knew Brian wouldn't say no to helping Suki out of a jam. He and Rome owed her one for the bailout in Miami ten years ago. And no one would be looking for him in Miami. Miami had been a blip. Everyone knew O'Conner and the Torettos were based out of L.A.
If they could go home, that is.
Of course, there had been an argument over his coming up here at all. Dom had wanted to come in his place, ever the protective patriarch of the family. But, Suki didn't know Dom and Miami was the one place where Brian had more street contacts than Dom, despite the fact Tej and Rome had been in on the Rio job. And like hell either one of them was risking Mia and the baby on this trip.
Brian won the argument when he informed Dom he learned about taking care of his own from Dom and Suki was one of his.
He had contemplated going further west and coming up through the desert passes of Arizona or New Mexico. Braga wasn't the only one running cargo through tunnels under some of those mountains. But, he decided against it. Going over land instead of hitching a ride on a cargo ship directly to Miami was enough misdirection for anyone trying to track him back to Dom and Mia if he was caught. Too much farther and it would simply be a potentially costly inconvenience.
Anyway, sometimes, you came in through proper channels because that was the last place anyone was going to be looking for you.
Case in point:
Tie your surfboard to the roof of a mud-covered mini-coup, slide a cheesy bumper sticker that says 'Cancun' onto the dash, flash a boyish grin and a well-counterfeited passport, and watch yourself sail right through the passenger car checkpoints and into the city.
Once he was well into Laredo, Brian pulled the car over into a motel parking lot and got himself a room. Paid in full for a week. Cash. And an hour later he was throwing his one bag into the back of a Mach 1 and heading northeast on the 59 out of town. If he stayed on the smaller state highways, he knew he could bypass all the major cities like Houston and San Antonio and College Station, while still making it to Louisiana in less than eight hours if he could average 100mph most of the way.
It was the long way, but it would keep him off the grid as much as possible.