"The five of you will run the world if you stick together"

That's what Magdalene repeated all those years ago.

After every argument, all those boisterous fights and every time they doubted themselves, those twelve words were spoken and for a moment, the world seemed a lot less frightening. 

Isabella's bright eyes covered with a watery glaze, like morning fog drifting across the turquoise lake just outside her clear window. It was a truly beautiful view to wake up to, and she cherished it daily. 

She had Deckard and Owen to thank for that, they dutifully gifted her the house to keep Isabella out of the dangerous city, even if it was only a few miles drive to the busy centre of London. 

At first she tried to refuse the extravagant present, claiming it was too much money to be spent on her, but the stubbornness of the boys she'd grown up with had only magnified through the decades. Hattie was given one too of course, not that she needed it. 

Hattie was constantly on the move with her MI6 team, taking down numerous corrupt organisation like they were nothing more than regular citizens. Although Isabella could fight, having been taught by the Shaw family, she had nothing on Hattie; but then again, neither did anybody else. 

Lastly was her brother who'd been declared MIA after being sent on an undercover mission to gather intel on some illegal company. That was over eight years ago and Isabella knew that if he had been still alive, he would have got in touch by now. 

After the disappearance of her parents, Blake was the only biological family she had left, however she'd accepted the fact that he was dead too. Nonetheless, with the Shaw family still very much in her life, Isabella didn't feel so alone.

The warm tea in her hand was almost begging to be drunk as it sat untouched on the marble counter top. Isabella felt she was waiting, for nothing in particular, but she couldn't bring herself to start her daily routine, not just yet. 

Isabella was incredibly intelligent and worked on behalf of the British government. Her impeccable computer skills made her a dream partner for all the top businesses around the globe, but working for the government allowed her to gather intel without anyone even suspecting a thing. 

She designed the whole electronic system with top notch security and loopholes only she herself could access. Undeniably, it made her a target, however Isabella could always see the threat coming from a mile off. 

Suddenly, Isabella felt a strong urge to turn on the tv, sensing that bad news was on the horizon. Prodding at the remote hurriedly, all colour left her face as a familiar individual popped up on her tv screen. 

"Luke Hobbs and Deckard Shaw are now on the run from the police..." Isabella sighed deeply, rushing around the worktop to grab her phone. If Dec was on the news, he'd been framed. 

He wasn't stupid enough to commit a crime as serious as this and not immediately cover it up. That's what he did best, he got the job done before anybody could ask any questions and disappeared like a ghost. 

"Multiple casualties, many of whom were highly trained agents..." The news woman accused, digging Deckard into a deeper hole as time went by. Just as Isabella found the appropriate contact in her phone, she stopped, lifting her head straight ahead of her. 

In the reflection of the grand, glass light fixture just above her head, Isabella could make out an unusual movement in the lake. The normally tranquil water moved with slightly more volatile waves, and noticeable bubbles rose singularly to the surface. 

Any normal person wouldn't take any notice of the signs; there was barely anything strange to take into account. Nonetheless, Isabella Ford wasn't normal, she had grown up with the Shaw's and she could tell that somebody was definitely hiding in the lake. 

In an effort to remain unsuspicious, she softly placed the phone back on the counter and took a breath. Now Isabella wished she had stretched this morning, because she knew a fight was immanent. Fortunately, with her blonde waves of hair tied up neatly in a ponytail, she could get a higher level of vision without turning her head which would inevitably cause speculation. 

As if continuing with whatever people often do on an ordinary morning, Isabella leant across the worktop to grab a banana from the fruit bowl, quickly pressing a button underneath the wide island as she did so. 

With a silent vibration, a deep draw of weapons emerged beside her legs that nobody would be able to spot from the lake. Smoothly opening her banana with one hand, Isabella took a bite as her other hand slid two guns into the tight hem of her black jeans, followed by spare rounds and a knife. After that was in place, she bent down slightly, picking up a burner phone with the only four numbers she'd ever need safely typed on it. 

After she had finished her banana, Isabella sneakily used her foot to push the draw in, hearing it lock with a slight click. Keeping her eyes straight ahead of her, she strolled over to the bin which stood beside the large wall of glass which was the only thing between her and the agents outside. 

Taking a deep breath, Isabella dropped the skin into the rubbish, "Three..." She whispered as she closed the bin, "Two," Her back twisted towards the lake, "One..." 

Isabella dived behind the island immediately as the wall of glass shattered into millions of tiny shards. Three huge gas cannisters had caused the breakage and they smashed to the floor with a deafening bang. Almost instantaneously, the shooting began and orders were shouted at the agents who began to invade the house. 

 Isabella risked a look, lifting up her gun as she did so, shooting one agent straight in the face and another in the leg. "One dead, one injured, six left." She muttered reassuringly to herself as she heard the injured man groan in agony. 

"Go round both sides!" One man screamed authoritatively as Isabella rolled out of the way of the multiple rounds of bullets that were aimed straight at her. She had to think quickly, or else she'd be buried in a grave much earlier than she wished to be. 

Looking up under the island, Isabella smiled when she saw a grenade stuck to the underside of the worktop and grabbed it hurriedly. Owen and Deckard helping her set up the house did have some perks. Jumping up, she chucked the grenade towards three men on the right hand side, holding her gun up to the left. 

Fortunately, she hit one straight on, killing him instantly. Just before the grenade went off, Isabella grabbed his body before it fell limp, shielding her from the debris that was sent flying across her once lovely kitchen. The three men on the other side also went shooting across the kitchen with the pure force from the grenade. 

The explosion didn't make it to Isabella, instead blazing the man in front of her who she dropped in a heap, moving on to the two men who remained mainly in tact behind him. As she lunged for one man with her knife, she jumped onto his back, wrapping herself round with such speed that he couldn't anticipate her next move. 

Stabbing his neck and slicing his main artery, another agent was down, but Isabella was pulled off by the third man who held her against the wall, choking her by her neck. As she struggled to gasp for air, her legs kicked relentlessly, attempting to get a grip on something. Finally, reaching out her hand, she grabbed a pot vase from a nearby shelf, smashing it round his head with as strong a swing as she could muster.

Immediately, he dropped her to the floor as she breathed heavily, clutching her bruised neck with relief. In an effort to get away from the man, she crawled around the island once more, not realising that a gun was pointed at her until a bullet sliced against her bicep, narrowly missing her chest. 

Isabella shrieked in pain, wrestling with her gun to finish off the man who had just shot at her. She thought the explosion had killed him, but now she was sure he was dead. Gripping her bloodied arm, she sneakily rolled out from the worktop and pushed herself up onto it. 

Her feet took off running straight towards the agent who had recovered from the vase smashing incident and she leapt onto him, wrapping her legs around his head tightly. She brought the gun down onto his helmet multiple times, attempting to weaken his consciousness, but it didn't seem to be working. 

Instead, he shoved her violently against the marble, sending a few sharp punches to her face. Isabella managed to send a forceful kick to his rib, rolling away to avoid another hit to the nose, watching as the agent's hand crashed against the marble with a dangerously loud crack. 

Attempting to reach her gun that she had dropped onto the worktop, Isabella squirmed as she felt her foot being pulled backwards in a swift motion. Whilst attempting to kick off the painful grip, she attached herself to one of the dead agent's belts, grabbing a gun from one of them before spinning round to shoot her holder. 

He attempted to dodge the bullet but unfortunately for him, he wasn't fast enough and death was his consequence. 

Isabella panted heavily, dropping the gun to the floor as silence flooded the room. She grimaced as she watched a stream of blood drip from her arm from where the bullet had sliced by. She had gotten lucky, the bullet hadn't gotten inside her body so all injuries were external. 

Slowly, she pushed herself up off the ground, leaning against the white wall for support. Carefully making her way across the kitchen, she jumped in alert as she saw a twitch out of the corner of her eye. 

The man who she'd shot in the leg began breathing rapidly, a piece of glass pierced through his stomach deeply. It must have been from the grenade going off, but Isabella saw it as a chance to find out what was going on. 

"Why are you here?" She interrogated, kicking the mans leg to show she was talking to him. A pained groan escaped his mouth as blood seeped from both of his wounds, he wouldn't be alive much longer. 

Isabella bent over the man, staring at his face angrily whilst placing her knee on his gunshot wound, ready to apply pressure, "I said, why are you here?" 

Her voice was low, clearly she wasn't messing around and the man stared at her with dark eyes. She thought he wasn't going to talk, but as soon as pressure was applied to his leg, he shrieked out and the words began flooding out as expected. 

"We're here to get Shaw." He started, moaning as Isabella accidentally applied more pressure in her confusion, "Deckard?" She questioned, looking around to double check that the rest of the men were down for good. 

He shook his head lightly, "Hattie Shaw, Eteon will not stop until they get her." He continued, peering up at the bloodied girl as she narrowed her eyes. 

"Who are Eteon?" Isabella asked interestedly, she'd never heard of them before and any information she could get would give her an advantage.

"They want humans to evolve, be better than we are now..." His voice began to drone off at the end and as Isabella glanced back down at him and checked his pulse, she realised he'd gone. Just like that, all life had drained from his body. 

For a moment, Isabella sat on her knees, unsure of what to do. If Dec was on the run and Hattie was on the most wanted list of a dangerous organisation, there was only one person left she could call. 

Gripping the phone in her hand, she listened as it rang repetitively whilst she fumbled with her keys and made her way out to the black range rover that sat awaiting her on the driveway. Isabella had already wrapped a makeshift bandage around her arm to stop the blood flow and the rest of her injuries could wait. 

As soon as a voice emerged from the phone, Isabella smiled, "Hey, it's me. There's an emergency, can you meet me where we used to go?" 

"You alright? I swear this better be important Izzy," They responded, clearly rushing around as movement could be heard across the line. 

"It is important." Isabella reassured, slamming her front door. There was no point in locking it since the whole back of her house was missing, "Oh, and Owen. Please can you bring some of those biscuits I like." She pleaded cheekily, knowing full well none of the Shaw family could refuse her anything. 

She almost thought she heard a chuckle on the other end of the line, but she could have imagined it, "Fine, see you soon." 

"See you soon." Isabella concluded, jumping into the car which was racing towards the capital in seconds.