"Oh, no. Guys, guys! Guys, we have a problem," Mia says from her spot at the computer as each of their profiles pop up on the screen.

"The whole team just got burnt," Brian says from his spot beside her.

"Now we're all wanted," Mia says as she goes back to looking at the computer.

"How did this happen?" Gisele asks as the team walks over.

"US Diplomatic Security Service issued the warrants," Mia answers her as she types on the computer. "Agent L. Hobbs."

"Hold on one second," Brian tells her before pulling up a picture. "Hey, Dom. Is that they guy you saw in the favela?"

"Yeah," Dom answers him.

"Hobbs is the leader of the elite task force for the DSS," Brian starts explaining.

"So he's good?" Bree asks.

"When the FBI wants to find somebody, that's who they call," Brian answers her. "Because he never misses his mark. This guy is Old Testament. Blood, bullets, wrath of God. That's his style."

"And right now he's hunting us?" Mia asks him worriedly.

"Dom, we got to move up our timeline," Han says as he looks at him.

"Yeah, but how?" Rome asks. "This thing's already been difficult without Wyatt Earp on our asses. If anything we need more room to breath."

"Roman's right," Bree says as she forms a plan, causing everyone to look around confused. "I think we need to get some fresh air." Rome has to admit that he liked the way his name sounded coming from her.

"We've got a hit. '70s Charger," Fusco calls from his spot at his computer.

"Let's get a move on," Hobbs says as he tosses a vest to Hunt.

"Eastbound on Avenida Atlantica," Fusco informs them as they all grab their things. Hobbs and his team quickly race towards where the car is going.

"It stopped about a block ahead," Hunt tells Hobbs.

"Park it. We're going on foot," Hobbs orders over his walkie.

Bree is leaning against her car, with Rome beside her, as she and the team enjoy the atmosphere around them.

"Hey, Toretto," Hobbs calls as he and his team walk towards them. "You're under arrest."

"Arrest?" Dom asks him. "I don't feel like I'm under arrest. How about you, Brian, Bree?"

"No, not a bit," Brian answers her.

"Not even a little bit," Bree says in agreement.

"Just give it a minute. It'll sink in," Hobbs tells them.

"We didn't kill those feds. That was Reyes," Brian states.

"I don't give a shit," Hobbs says with a glare. "I'm just here to bring in three assholes whose names hit my desk."

"Yeah, sounds like a real hero," Brian taunts him.

"That's funny," Hobbs says as he steps forward. "From a guy who took the oath of a cop, then went against everything it stood for. Or being the friend of some wannabe tough guy prick who beat a man half to death with a socket wrench." Rome stands slightly in front of Bree as he glares at Hobbs. "Yeah, real tough. You turn around and put your hands behind your back."

"I don't think so," Dom says as he walks towards Hobbs.

"Your mistake is thinking you got a goddamn choice, boy," Hobbs tells him as he takes a step closer before his team quickly raises their guns.

"And you're mistake?" Dom says with a smirk. "Thinking you're in America. You're a long way from home. This is Brazil." Dom raises his arms, causing all of the men around them to raise their guns at Hobbs' team. Dom smirks at Hobbs as Hunt walks up to him.

"Come on, boss. Another day," Hunt tells him. "Come on, H, it's a lot of heat."

"I'll see you soon, Toretto," Hobbs says to Dom.

"I look forward to it, Cop," Dom responds. Hobbs walks off before his team follows. They drive off before Tej leans up and calls Mia.

"Tracker's on," Tej tells her.

"Got them," Mia responds as she types on the computer.