“I’ll be honest, I wasn’t aiming for some sort of team-up. I just didn’t want to deal with you guys trying to kill me every time I went out on a job.” Dom laughs. “Well, saving my life kinda put you on the fast track to friendship. And these dummies do whatever I say, so—” Nero jabs a punch at Dom’s side, cutting him off. “How about we figure out how to kill this French prick first? Then we can make friendship bracelets around the campfire after.” King turns back to the computer.
