{A Hobbs&Shaw Fiction}
When Hattie Shaw is framed for killing her team, Isabella Ford is thrown into the firing line. Growing up with the Shaw family was the best thing that could have happened to Isabella, yet along the good came the bad; and lots...
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Sometimes plans change, and this was a desperate situation where a new plan was inevitable.
Isabella still hadn't heard anything from Deckard, Owen or Hobbs through the earpiece. The only sounds that came through were Brixton's demands and the sound of chains rattling. It was frightening that three of the most highly skilled people she knew had been taken down in less than five seconds by Eteon.
They had been waiting for them at the door, like a cat just teasing a mouse. Eteon let them think they had tricked the system and managed to sneak into the most secure institution in the world, before pouncing on them in an instant.
It was down to Isabella to get them out, and she just prayed that her presence wasn't already known. A surprise attack would be her only chance at helping, and even that was a risky shot.
Deviating from the platform she was previously venturing across, Isabella noticed a couple of vents on the side of the building, and that seemed like the best way in. Carefully, she inspected the silver grates, applying some force to see if they would budge.
Infuriatingly, the first three she tried were locked in solidly, but just as she was about to give up hope, the forth one started to move. Sighing with relief, the blonde gripped the side of the metal, carefully prying it open to give her enough room to crawl in.
She knew that the only way into the building was down, but fortunately she had the ropes and clips from Marianna which would allow her to swing in safely. All her hopes were pinned on it.
Isabella groaned quietly as she pushed herself up into the vent. It was a reasonably large space to explore through but she was already starting to feel claustrophobic at the thought of getting trapped in.
Nevertheless, she began silently crawling through the vent, listening carefully when she came to a junction. With a few taps of her watch, Isabella was able to find out which way she needed to go based on the location of Deckard's listening device.
"Please don't die before I get there." Isabella muttered to herself, attempting to manifest their safety in her mind. She knew all about the history between Brixton and Deckard, they used to be best friends when they worked together in MI6. When Brixton had set Deck up, he had go underground for a while, all whilst Isabella helped him from above.
She didn't even need to hear the story, she already believed Deck even when nobody else did. Even Hattie disowned him, her own brother. That's why it was so shocking that the whole group had come back together for a mission. Perhaps their final one after all.
With the memories of their younger selves running through her mind, Isabella almost crawled over the grate until she saw a bustling hall of people down people. Stopping suddenly, she sat back on her heels out of sight, allowing her eyes to wander through the gaps in the metal.
In the centre of the chaos sat three chairs, with some very familiar individuals chained to them. Hobbs, Owen and Dec were strapped down in a triangle, still unconscious as their heads lay limp against their shoulders. The chains holding them were great, thick bounds of steel which were attached to something even scarier; a huge battery ready to electrocute them at a moment's notice.
