The two cars sat nose-to-nose in the middle of the intersection, locking up traffic. Horns blared from every direction, drivers leaning on them like it might magically clear the road. Harris, riding high on his badge as a narcotics officer, couldn't care less—he was used to throwing his weight around. One flash of his gun and most people shut right up. But he didn't dare point that gun at Luca.
Jack, just a lowly patrolman, had no idea who Luca really was. But Harris? A dirty cop with one foot in the mob world? No way he didn't recognize that name. Compared to Luca, those Russians were small punk.
Harris knew because when the Russians squeezed him for money, they let something slip—
"If it weren't for the Dove showing mercy, you'd already be dead. No amount of money would've saved you."
That line stuck with him.
Saved by a single sentence… from someone called the Dove.
So how the hell did Jack—The nobody Jack—know someone like that? And what exactly did he do to make Luca stop his car and greet him?
"Mr. Greco," Harris said, suddenly polite, careful not to overstep. "Alonzo Harris, narcotics division."
He even tried to bring up the Russians, fishing for common ground, but Luca didn't give him so much as a glance. His eyes stayed on Jack instead, curious.
"You cops smoke marijuana on the job now?"
The question landed casually—but Harris felt a chill crawl up his spine. No idea why, just a gut reaction. Like a mouse spotting a cat.
Luca almost laughed to himself. His "anti-drug ambassador" aura was meant for dealers and addicts—so the fact it was rattling a narcotics officer? That was dark comedy at its finest.
Jack froze, pipe still in hand, embarrassment written all over his face. Yeah, he'd been about to take a hit—figured it was part of keeping his job. But getting caught like this? Not a great look.
"Actually…"
"Officer Hoyt," Luca cut in, mildly amused, "you're surprising me."
"I didn't smoke."
For a split second, it felt like something shifted. Maybe it was luck. Maybe it was Luca's presence. Either way, Jack's urge vanished. He lowered the pipe and handed it back to Harris.
"If this is part of the 'training day' evaluation," Jack added, "I'll pass. I don't need a score for this one."
Luca's expression didn't change, but there was something unreadable behind his eyes. In the original timeline, Jack did smoke. And while that stuff might be legal in parts of the U.S. someday, right now it still counted—and his aura still applied.
"Training day?" Luca echoed, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "So you've transferred to narcotics?"
Jack rubbed the back of his neck. "First day."
Luca's gaze shifted to Harris, silently pulling up his profile. Yep—straight out of Training Day. A B-rank character, skills tied to the drug world. Not exactly someone Luca was interested in collecting.
"Officer Harris," Luca said evenly, "Jack's one of the few cops I know in Los Angeles. He's helped me out before. As his superior, you might want to… treat him right."
Jack blinked, caught completely off guard.
Harris, on the other hand, felt a flicker of unease. Since when did Jack have connections like this?
Luca glanced at the gun still in Harris's hand.
"Let me get this straight," he went on casually. "A guy doesn't want to smoke, so you put a gun to his head? And people wonder why L.A.'s drowning in addicts. Narcotics officers out here forcing people to use."
Harris's spine went cold.
He forced a laugh. "Hey, just messing around with the rookie, right, Jack? Nobody's forcing anything."
Jack: "…"
A gun to the head is a joke in harris mouth. Sure. It Makes 'perfect sense'.
Still, Harris was his boss. And Jack wasn't stupid enough to torch his career on day one. He swallowed it and played along, offering a weak explanation.
Harris caught Luca's look—calm, knowing—and his heart skipped. Like he'd just been read cover to cover.
"In that case," Luca said lightly, "we won't interrupt your work."
He turned to Brian. "Let's move. We're blocking traffic."
[Ding! You intervened in a conflict between narcotics officers, maintaining order.]
[Skill Points +5]
[Skill Fragments +2]
[Total Fragments: 406]
Harris stood there, staring after the car as it disappeared.
Was that coincidence? Or did Luca come specifically for Jack?
"Kid," Harris said slowly, "you tight with Luca?"
"…"
Jack hesitated. Saying "no" didn't feel right. But saying "yes" felt like a stretch.
He settled for the truth—returned a car once, got invited in for a drink, declined because of work. Ran into him again today, got bailed out of a mess.
Harris kept digging, pressing him for more until the conversation drifted to the recent Teamsters hijackings. That case wasn't his—Vincent handled it—but he'd heard enough.
"You've got luck on your side," Harris said, half-teasing. "Catching the eye of someone like the Dove of Peace."
"Do you even know who he is?"
"Union branch president," Jack said. "Truck drivers."
Harris snorted. "He's a mob boss. Biggest one in the country right now. East Coast, West Coast—his reach is everywhere."
And somehow… that guy noticed Jack.
Because of a returned car?
Hell, Harris would hand over a whole fleet if it bought him that kind of protection. Better than bleeding money to the Russians.
"So yeah," Harris muttered, thinking out loud. "Maybe I should treat you a little better."
"He's a mob boss?" Jack frowned. "I thought he was just some chairman living in Beverly Hills."
"Pro tip," Harris said. "Doesn't hurt to stay on good terms with someone like that."
"I'm a cop."
Harris gave him a sharp look. "Then start thinking like one. If you want to protect sheep, you better learn how to be a wolf. Sheep don't protect anything."
Not far away, Brian had already looped the car back around.
"Dove," he said, glancing in the mirror, "we really just tailing them like this?"
"For now."
Luca didn't bother hiding it. "Harris is tied to a major drug player in L.A. He'll lead us straight to something useful."
"Drug lord, huh…"
Brian thought back to New York—drug busts, high-speed chases, slamming into smuggling cars. Luca definitely had a thing about drugs.
"We going after them?" Brian asked.
"We'll see."
Luca nodded slightly.
His title skill still needed upgrading. And that meant bigger targets.
Truck hijackings? Not enough. But taking down a full-blown drug lord? That counted.
With his anti-drug aura, there was no better prey.
This trip to Los Angeles wasn't ending empty-handed.
Two objectives: deal with the hijackers—and clean out the drug scene.
After that? They were gone.
"Did these drug lords piss you off or something?" Brian asked.
Luca just smiled.
"Don't worry about it. Just keep up. Don't lose them."
They followed the pair into a quiet neighborhood, watching as Harris and Jack disappeared into a house.
Inside lived Harris's informant—and in the original storyline, a major player. A man Harris would eventually kill himself, all for ransom money.
Friend or not.
Now that Luca had the address, things got a lot easier.
He was about to pull out when a motorcycle rolled into view.
The rider swung off—long legs, confident posture, zero hesitation. When she took off her helmet, Luca let out a quiet chuckle.
Well… that complicates things.
Looks like there's more than one target in play.
[Character Card Discovered: Gisele Yashar (Unlocked)]
[Rank: A]
[Source: Fast & Furious series]
[Skills: Mossad Agent; Seduction]
[Bond: Stranger]
A future member of Dominic Toretto's crew—and right now, a key figure in a Mexican drug lord's inner circle.
Los Angeles just got a lot more interesting.
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