{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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With a swift tap on her watch, their weapons were rendered useless as the men attempted to shoot in response. Unclipping herself from the ceiling, Isabella ran at a group of men who seemed to panic at the thought of being defenceless. Clearly Eteon relied far too heavily on weapons and not at all on combat.
Kicking the first man in the back of the legs, he collapsed to the floor, and was quickly knocked out with a painful whack of Isabella's gun. Moving onto the next, she didn't stop to pause knowing that the sooner she could get rid of Brixton's men, the easier it would be to get her boys out along with Hattie and the cure.
After taking out about six men, the rest finally seemed a little more prepared, some even fancied their chances fighting back. Nonetheless, they were easy enough to deviate around and after a good few minutes, the majority lay groaning on the floor in pain, or straight up unconscious.
Whilst she had fought his army of men, Brixton had ordered some men to go away to guard Hattie, assuming that this was all part of a big plan to help her escape. It was of course, and no amount of guards were going to stop her.
"You put on quite the show." Brixton sneered, strolling towards her intimidatingly as Isabella reloaded her gun behind her back, lifting it up to aim at his chest. As she fired, he moved rapidly, almost at the speed of light so that only one of the bullets grazed his arm. It was a minor hit on him, she needed a lot more than that.
Isabella twisted skilfully as a punch was thrown in her direction, attempting to kick the man in the process, but his speed was unmatched. She couldn't even comprehend what was happening as she suddenly went flying backwards into a large, metal storage container which clattered loudly as her back smashed against it.
Isabella groaned loudly, pushing herself up to her feet as her neck cracked from the impact. She knew a fight against Brixton wasn't one she could win one on one, so she needed to think perceptively.
Meanwhile Deckard, Luke and Owen tugged at the chains desperately, but even they couldn't rip themselves from the iron grip. They needed to think of a more logical way to escape, and fortunately a familiar figure appeared in their peripheral vision as a stream of blonde hair appeared from behind a surgical curtain.
Hattie came running out with bloody knuckles and a small, medical machine which she dropped on Luke's lap, ignoring the shouts from her brothers as she dived onto Brixton's back, smashing him over the head with a gun multiple times with her legs wrapped around his neck. He dropped Isabella ungracefully who he had pinned against the unit, pulling the Shaw girl off him with a force that sent her skidding along the floor.
"Get them chains off them Hat." Isabella hissed, running back at Brixton, this time attempting to slide underneath his legs and slash his ankles. She managed to slice the smallest inch of skin, but he was too smart to receive any kind of severe injury.
Hattie obeyed quickly, leaving Isabella to manoeuvre around the man who had practically been transformed into a super hero. Or a super villain. Deckard and Hobbs shouted instructions at her as she began untwisting chains and pressing buttons on the locks. Hattie could hardly hear herself think as she tapped away at the electrical system that secured down the three men.
