"The FBI builds cases on information flow," Brian explains as you sit across from him in a quiet corner of the beachfront café. "Intelligence arrives through multiple channels, gets cross-referenced, then bubbles up through the chain of command."
You selected this location carefully—public enough to appear casual, noisy enough to defeat surveillance, with clear sightlines in all directions. Your interface scans continuously for threats:
[PERIMETER SCAN: CLEAR]
[SURVEILLANCE DETECTION: NEGATIVE]
[RECORDING DEVICES: NONE DETECTED]
[BRIAN O'CONNER: STRESS LEVEL MODERATE, NO DECEPTION INDICATORS]
"And every piece of information carries a reliability rating," you respond, watching his reaction. "Based on the source's previous accuracy."
Brian's eyebrow raises slightly. "You know bureau protocols."
"I know many things," you state simply. "Including the fact that you're uniquely positioned to feed false information that will be rated highly credible."
The ocean breeze carries away his sigh as Brian leans back, conflict evident in his posture. Since his exposure to Dom, he's existed in a precarious middle ground—neither fully crew nor fully FBI, trusted completely by neither.
"What you're suggesting is more than just misleading my handlers," he says carefully. "It's actively sabotaging a federal investigation."
"It's protecting your new family," you counter. "Dom accepted your explanation about going undercover to find Letty's attackers. He's given you a second chance. This is how you prove your loyalty."
Your interface analyzes his response:
[BRIAN O'CONNER: ETHICAL CONFLICT EVIDENT]
[LOYALTY ASSESSMENT: SHIFTING TOWARD CREW]
[PERSUASION APPROACH: FAMILY EMPHASIS EFFECTIVE]
"What exactly do you want me to feed them?" he asks finally.
Victory secured, you activate your interface's planning module, displaying details only you can see:
[DIVERSION OPERATION: PARAMETERS]
[TARGET DISPLACEMENT: 16.8 MILES FROM ACTUAL OPERATION]
[TIMELINE: SYNCHRONIZED WITH DEPOSITORY HEIST]
[RESOURCE DIVERSION GOAL: 70% OF AVAILABLE FEDERAL RESPONSE]
"Major weapons shipment arriving at Terminal Island," you explain. "Former military hardware being moved by the Braga cartel. High-value, high-risk transfer occurring exactly when we hit the Depository."
Brian's eyes narrow. "That's awfully convenient timing."
"It's deliberate misdirection," you clarify. "The FBI allocates resources based on threat assessment. Military weapons being moved by a major cartel ranks higher than financial crime."
"And this information just happens to implicate Braga," Brian notes. "Convenient for Gisele's situation too."
Your interface flags his perceptiveness:
[BRIAN O'CONNER: TACTICAL AWARENESS HIGH]
[STRATEGIC COMPREHENSION: EXCEEDING BASELINE]
[APPROACH ADJUSTMENT: RECOMMENDED]
"Multi-purpose solution," you acknowledge. "Draws resources away from our operation, creates cover for Gisele's involvement with Dom's crew, and potentially weakens a dangerous player in the process."
Brian studies you with renewed assessment. "You don't just plan moves. You plan consequences of moves."
"That's how you win," you state simply.
He nods, decision made. "I'll need specifics. Container numbers, vessel information, personnel details—anything that creates verisimilitude. Half-baked intel gets flagged for verification."
Your interface accesses its database, compiling precisely the information needed to create a compelling diversion:
[GENERATING: TACTICAL FALSIFICATION]
[CONTAINER SPECIFICATION: MAERSK LINE, SERIAL RANGES]
[VESSEL IDENTIFICATION: MV BANGALORE STAR, REGISTERED PANAMA]
[PERSONNEL DETAILS: KNOWN BRAGA ASSOCIATES]
"I'll provide everything," you assure him. "Specific enough to be actionable, vague enough that verification won't immediately disprove it."
"And when the FBI raids an empty terminal?" Brian challenges. "My credibility evaporates."
You've anticipated this concern:
[CONTINGENCY: ACTIVATION PROTOCOL]
[MINIMAL EVIDENCE PLACEMENT: SCHEDULED]
[BRAGA ASSOCIATE PRESENCE: ARRANGED]
"There will be evidence supporting your intelligence," you explain. "Empty weapons crates with military markings, trace explosive residue, and two known Braga associates conducting surveillance of the terminal."
Brian's expression shifts to grudging respect. "You've thought of everything."
"That's my job." You slide a flash drive across the table. "All the details you'll need, plus communication protocols for the day of the operation."
He pockets the drive, commitment evident in his posture. "When do I feed this to my handler?"
"Seventy-two hours before our move on the Depository," you instruct. "Enough time for them to mobilize resources, not enough time for thorough verification."
As Brian nods, your interface highlights a crucial aspect of the plan:
[CRITICAL COMPONENT: HANDLER MEETING]
[BILKINS, AGENT MICHAEL - PRIMARY FBI CONTACT]
[LOCATION ASSESSMENT: MUST BE CONTROLLABLE]
"One more thing," you add. "The meeting with your handler—it needs to happen at Emerson Park, east side, near the playground."
Suspicion flickers across Brian's face. "Why there specifically?"
Instead of answering directly, you activate a particular interface function, accessing surveillance capabilities even Brian doesn't know you possess:
[TACTICAL SURVEILLANCE: DEPLOYMENT SCHEDULE]
[MICRO-DRONE UNITS: PREPOSITIONED]
[AUDIO CAPTURE: DIRECTIONAL MICROPHONES]
[VISUAL RECORDING: HIGH-RESOLUTION CAMERAS]
"Insurance," you state simply. "I need to know exactly how your handler responds to the information. It dictates our next moves."
Understanding dawns in his expression. "You're going to spy on an FBI agent."
"I'm going to verify information transfer," you correct. "Nothing more."
Brian weighs this final element of the plan, clearly uncomfortable but equally aware of the strategic necessity. "Fine. Emerson Park. But after this job, we're done with surveillance on law enforcement. That's a line Dom wouldn't cross without absolute necessity."
The boundary established, you nod agreement. "Understood."
As you both rise to leave, maintaining the casual appearance of friends concluding coffee, Brian pauses. "There's something I've been wondering since you showed up at Toretto's that first day."
"What's that?"
"With your abilities, your knowledge, your technology—you could have chosen any crew in the world." His eyes study you intently. "Why Dom's family?"
Your interface presents calculated responses, but you set them aside, answering from somewhere more authentic:
"Because some things transcend worlds. In every reality, Dom's crew represents something rare—absolute loyalty, true family, undiluted purpose." You meet his gaze directly. "Some things are universal constants."
Brian's expression shifts subtly—a new understanding forming behind his eyes. "Including me betraying the FBI for them, apparently."
"Especially that," you confirm with a slight smile.
As you part ways, your interface begins calculating the next phases of the operation, projecting success probabilities based on Brian's cooperation:
[FEDERAL RESOURCE DIVERSION: 76% PROBABILITY]
[DEPOSITORY SECURITY REDUCTION: ESTIMATED 22%]
[MISSION SUCCESS PROBABILITY: INCREASED 18%]
The pieces continue falling perfectly into place, each move positioning your team for an impossible heist that will reshape this reality according to your design.