"Cars aren't just transportation," Letty tells you as you follow her through the industrial warehouse she's commandeered for vehicle preparation. "They're weapons, shields, and escape routes all at once. Get them wrong, we all go to prison."
The cavernous space echoes with her words, empty save for diagnostic equipment and tool cabinets arranged with military precision. Your interface scans the facility:
[LOCATION ASSESSMENT: OPTIMAL]
[SECURITY: MINIMAL EXTERNAL CAMERAS, REINFORCED ENTRY POINTS]
[SPATIAL DIMENSIONS: SUFFICIENT FOR MULTIPLE VEHICLE MODIFICATIONS]
[POWER SUPPLY: INDUSTRIAL GRADE, SUITABLE FOR WELDING/FABRICATION]
"We need four vehicles," you state, activating the heist parameters in your interface. "Two primary transports for the money, one lead vehicle for interference, one trailing vehicle for security."
Letty nods, already moving to a workbench covered with automotive schematics. "Dom mentioned you had specific requirements. Weight capacity, acceleration curves, defensive capabilities."
"The money weighs approximately 2.8 tons," you explain. "Standard vehicles would bottom out, compromise handling during escape. We need custom suspension, reinforced frames."
"Already ahead of you," Letty replies, showing you detailed modifications for a pair of Sprinter vans. "Reinforced suspension, engine swaps, armor plating integrated into the body panels. Visually stock, structurally military-grade."
Your interface analyzes her designs:
[VEHICLE SPECIFICATIONS: EXCEEDING REQUIREMENTS]
[WEIGHT DISTRIBUTION: OPTIMIZED]
[ACCELERATION CAPACITY: 0-60 IN 6.2 SECONDS - SUFFICIENT]
[STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY: SUPERIOR TO STANDARD LAW ENFORCEMENT VEHICLES]
"These are perfect," you acknowledge, genuine appreciation in your voice. "Where did you learn to engineer at this level?"
A half-smile crosses her face. "Self-taught. When you grow up with nothing, you learn to build something."
The subtle personal reveal registers beyond your interface's calculations—a human connection forming through shared appreciation of technical precision.
"For the lead vehicle," you continue, "we need something that can create controlled chaos. Disrupt pursuit without civilian casualties."
Letty's expression shifts to focused intensity. "I've been thinking about that. An Audi RS7 with modified rear compartments housing deployable spike strips and smoke dispensers."
Your interface runs pursuit simulations:
[PURSUIT DISRUPTION ANALYSIS: 78% EFFECTIVENESS]
[FEDERAL RESPONSE PROTOCOLS: TEMPORARILY MANAGEABLE]
[CIVILIAN RISK ASSESSMENT: MINIMAL WITH PROPER DEPLOYMENT]
"Good, but we can improve it," you suggest. "The RS7 has integrated electronic systems we can exploit. I can help you modify the vehicle's ECU to emit targeted electromagnetic pulses."
Letty's eyebrow raises. "EMP bursts? That would disable pursuit vehicle electronics without affecting civilian infrastructure. Possible, but beyond complicated."
"I have certain skills with electronic systems," you remind her.
Understanding passes across her features—Dom has clearly shared some version of your capabilities with her. "Alright, show me."
Over the next hour, you work side by side with Letty, your interface guiding your hands through modifications that shouldn't be possible without specialized equipment. You manipulate circuit pathways, reroute power distribution, and code automated deployment systems while Letty watches with growing appreciation.
"That's not self-taught," she observes as you complete a particularly intricate modification. "That's something else entirely."
"Something else is exactly what we need for this job," you respond, maintaining focus on the circuit board.
"Dom told me," she says after a calculated pause. "About where you're from. What you can do."
Your hands still momentarily before resuming work. "And?"
"And it doesn't matter," she states firmly. "Results matter. Loyalty matters. You've shown both."
The simple acceptance carries weight beyond surface-level approval. Your interface registers the significance:
[LETTY ORTIZ: TRUST LEVEL INCREASED]
[CREW INTEGRATION: PROGRESSING]
[ALLIANCE STATUS: STRENGTHENING]
"Trailing vehicle needs to be heavy but fast," you pivot back to the operational planning. "Something that can absorb impact if federal vehicles attempt ramming maneuvers."
"I've got just the thing," Letty responds, moving to another workbench. "Armored Escalade. Reinforced frame, bulletproof glass, run-flat tires. Engine's been swapped for a supercharged LSA putting out 650 horsepower."
The specifications exceed your requirements, demonstrating Letty's intuitive grasp of the mission parameters. As she details the vehicle's capabilities, your interface calculates acquisition logistics:
[VEHICLE ACQUISITION: TIMELINE CALCULATION]
[ESTIMATED PROCUREMENT: 36 HOURS]
[MODIFICATION WINDOW: 48 HOURS]
[OPERATIONAL READINESS: 84 HOURS PRE-HEIST]
"How quickly can you acquire these vehicles?" you ask.
"The vans and Escalade, tonight," Letty answers confidently. "The Audi's trickier—limited availability, specific options. Two days, minimum."
"Not good enough," you decide. "We need all vehicles operational within 48 hours."
Letty crosses her arms, challenge in her posture. "Unless you've got an Audi dealership in your pocket, physics and supply chains still exist."
Your interface accesses the GTA menu, cycling through available options:
[VEHICLE ACQUISITION: PREMIUM OPTIONS]
[AUDI RS7 - FULLY OPTIONED: AVAILABLE]
[DELIVERY TIMEFRAME: 6 HOURS]
[COST: $132,500]
[UNTRACEABLE DELIVERY: CONFIRMED]
"What if I told you I could have a brand-new RS7 delivered here tonight? Cash transaction, no paper trail."
Letty's expression shifts from skepticism to intrigue. "I'd say you're either connected to someone very powerful or you're not entirely human."
"Maybe both," you acknowledge. "The car will arrive at 9 PM. Can you start modifications immediately?"
"With the right equipment, yes," she confirms. "But we'd need specialized tools for the ECU modifications you described."
You access another menu function:
[EQUIPMENT REQUISITION: AUTOMOTIVE ELECTRONIC SPECIALIZATION]
[CONTENTS: DIAGNOSTIC SYSTEMS, PROGRAMMING INTERFACES, CUSTOM CIRCUIT FABRICATION]
[DELIVERY TIMEFRAME: 3 HOURS]
[UNTRACEABLE SOURCE: CONFIRMED]
"Equipment will arrive by 6 PM," you inform her. "Everything you need for all modifications."
Letty studies you with newfound appreciation. "You're really changing the game, aren't you? Not just this job—everything about how we operate."
"Evolution is necessary," you reply. "Federal response capabilities have advanced significantly. We need to stay ahead."
Your phone buzzes—a text from Dom requesting a status update. As you respond, Letty begins preparing the workspace for the arriving vehicles, her movements displaying a mechanical poetry that your interface notes but cannot fully quantify.
"One more thing," you say as you finish texting Dom. "We need a backup plan. Something unexpected that changes the game if federal response exceeds our primary calculations."
Letty pauses, considering. "What did you have in mind?"
You access your interface's predictive modeling:
[FEDERAL RESPONSE ANALYSIS: STANDARD PROTOCOLS]
[POTENTIAL ESCALATION: HELICOPTER DEPLOYMENT - 68% PROBABILITY]
[TACTICAL VULNERABILITY: AERIAL TRACKING]
"Air support," you answer. "Federal response will include helicopters within eight minutes of alarm triggering. We need a countermeasure."
Letty's expression darkens slightly. "We don't shoot down helicopters. That's not how we operate."
"Agreed. But we can blind them." You outline a concept for modified signal jammers that would disrupt aviation tracking systems without endangering flight capabilities. "Temporary disorientation, not permanent damage."
The ethical boundary satisfies Letty's concerns. She nods, professional respect evident in her expression. "I know someone who can help with that. Former military electronics specialist. Owes Dom a favor."
"Make the call," you direct. "We'll need the system operational alongside the vehicles."
As the planning session concludes, Letty gives you an appraising look. "You know, for someone who isn't from around here, you understand one thing perfectly."
"What's that?"
"In this life, when the job starts, there's only one acceptable outcome—everyone comes home." She extends her hand, the gesture carrying significance beyond simple partnership. "I'll make sure these cars get us there."
The handshake seals more than a technical agreement—it represents acceptance into the inner circle of Dom's most trusted allies. Your interface registers the development:
[CREW INTEGRATION: CRITICAL MILESTONE ACHIEVED]
[LETTY ORTIZ: ALLIANCE SECURED]
[MISSION PROBABILITY: INCREASED 17%]
As you leave the warehouse, your phone buzzes with notifications—the vehicles and equipment already in transit, Tej's progress with the credential duplication, Dom confirming the next crew meeting. The operation accelerates toward its conclusion, each piece falling perfectly into place.