The explosion didn't come from the briefcase. It came from beneath the garage. Vik, before he died, had wired Sultan’s entire foundation with racing-grade nitromethane tanks. Badini had just driven the ignition source right to the front door.

Then, a low, guttural roar echoed off the art deco buildings. From a side alley, the smoke-gray Skyline slid out like a shark breaching the surface. No headlights. Just the orange glow of its custom exhaust.

Badini smiled for the first time in eight years. It was a terrible thing to see.

Badini survived by a miracle, his face scarred by melted upholstery, his right hand a claw of fused knuckles. He vanished. And now, he was back.

They never found Badini’s body. But on the one-year anniversary of Sultan’s empire crumbling, a smoke-gray Skyline GT-R was spotted on the outskirts of Chennai, its exhaust growling a low, knowing rumble.

fast and furious badini

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