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Tom Holland as James Smith



Matthew Baynton as Alvin Ferris 


"Bella, are you insane?" Owen's eyes widened as he watched the khaki helicopter being to circle over head. The sand began to pick up, and smartly Luke warned them to cover their eyes, otherwise they'd be pouring water on their faces for days in attempt to get it out. 


"That's a government helicopter; the same bloody British government who is after us." He complained loudly, his voice laced with panic as he thought about them being captured. If that happened, Hattie was definitely going to die, there was no way they could escape in time to save her. 


Isabella rolled her eyes, shouting above the noise as the helicopter gradually hovered lower to settle down in the centre of the road, "Just trust me! I know what I'm doing." Her eyes were shining with reassurance, and that was all the Shaws needed to trust her plan. Isabella had never let them down before, and now certainly wasn't the time to doubt her. 


Finally, the helicopter finally touched down and Isabella glanced at the four around her, "Do you have everything you need?" They all nodded certainly, clutching various weapons and the machine that was clearly in need of some repair before Isabella gave them a thumbs up when the helicopter door was opened from the inside. 


"Go!" Deckard shouted hurriedly, pushing Hattie forwards towards Owen as they kept low to avoid the force of the blade. Isabella felt Deckard's hand on the small of her back as he guided the pair towards the open door, and she sent him a grateful smile as she helped her onto the helicopter. Finally, Luke climbed in last, pulling the door shut behind him to block out the external noise whilst everyone clambered towards a seat. 


There were ten seats all together, two for the pilot and co-pilot, and eight in the back, usually reserved for the army or agents. Today wasn't a usual mission. 


Deckard and Isabella took the two front seats on the left, allowing Luke to sit on the right hand side with Owen and Hattie behind him. Before anyone could speak, the pilot turned around with a questioning and worried look on his face.


His quavering eyes only worsened as he looked around at his newly accustomed passengers before he settled on Isabella, waiting for an explanation, "Isabella, when you said to pick you up, I didn't think you were harbouring wanted criminals." 


"Alvin, I'm sorry, there is no time to explain any of this, we just really need to get to Samoa as soon as possible. It's a matter of life and death and global destruction." Isabella rushed, hoping to show the sense of urgency they were facing. 


"Global destruction?" His co-pilot interrupted, turning to look over his shoulder with a hint of fear in his eyes. When he recognised Hobbs and Deckard, panic ran through his veins, "Oh my god, we're aiding wanted criminals!" 


Luke Hobbs pulled a face at the boy as he repeated what had previously been said, before turning to the pilot with a questioning glance, "Is he a slow learner? That is literally a child. We have a child and someone named after a chipmunk helping us save the world." 


Isabella turned her head with a slight smile and a hint of surprise on her face, "You've watched Alvin and the chipmunks?" Before she could respond, she was cut off. 


"He's a junior apprentice, James Smith, and I was actually born before they were even created. If anything that stupid chipmunk is named after me." Alvin responded coldly as he began to pull the helicopter back into the air, "And you're lucky we were in Russia to begin with, otherwise the world might just have been destroyed." His tone was satirical, proving that he didn't truly believe their story. It didn't matter to them what Alvin thought, just as long as he got them to Samoa. 


"So he's a kid with the most bland, common name in the world." Hobbs added insult to injury as Owen rolled his eyes, "You're one to talk, Luke Hobbs. It's hardly exotic." As the two bickered under their breath, everyone else tried to address the desperate situation at hand. 


"Turn off the location tracker, you'll lead the government straight to us." Deckard thought quickly, pushing himself forward so he could see the panel of buttons between the two pilots. His bright eyes scanned the console, he seemed to have a lot of knowledge about everything.


"I don't take orders from you." Alvin stated as the helicopter began to speed up, travelling through the air at a rapid pace. Deckard tilted his head, glaring at him frighteningly through the mirror until Isabella pulled him back firmly into his seat. 


"Alvin, please just disable it." Isabella prayed, clutching her hands together in her lap as she waited for him to give in. She knew he would. After a moment or so, he sighed loudly, pressing the button to disable the location tracking, making Isabella smile and pat his shoulder thankfully. 


Isabella relaxed back into her seat, twisting round to check on Hattie and Owen who had been deadly silent for the entire time. With the look on Hattie's face, she was still furious about her brothers' childish antics which resulted in the destruction of the device. She could have had the virus out of her system by now, but they just had to show how boisterous they could be. 


"You doing okay?" Isabella asked the blonde woman who nodded unconvincingly. "Just think Hattie, after the virus is out you can sunbathe on the beach in Samoa and drink cocktails without a care in the world." Her attempt to be optimistic wasn't taken well by all. 


"Apart from the fact that we'll still be wanted bloody criminals and still running from Eteon." Owen complained discouragingly, crossing his arms as he glared out the window like a child. Isabella rolled her eyes as Deckard shot him a warning look. If they started falling out with each other now, there would be little chance that they could actually be successful with their mission. 


Isabella shared a look with Deckard who just shook his head in annoyance, offering her a soft smile instead. "So Hobbs, tell us about this brother you're taking us to." Deckard asked, pretending he lacked interest, but really he was desperate to know. 


Hobbs sat in silence for a few moments, and Isabella turned her head to see if he'd actually heard him. "HIs name is Jonah. I left my family behind years ago and we're not on good terms. I haven't spoke to him for a long time." 


"If it makes you feel any better I hadn't seen my brother in years until he just tried to kill us all back there so don't worry, it surely can't be any worse than that." Isabella joked, trying to cover up the fact that she was actually distraught that her brother had teamed up with Eteon. Hattie glanced sadly at the best friend, they had spend years hoping that Blake was still alive, but now she felt the not knowing was better than this. 


"I hope not..." Hobbs drained off, deep in thought as he glanced out over the land below them. 


"I can't believe Blake was with Eteon, I mean I knew he was aliv-" Owen's eyes widened as he realised what he had just said and every head snapped towards him, "Shit." He muttered, avoiding Isabella's blazing glare and bouncing knee. 


Deckard had an unbelievable gleam in his eyes, unable to acknowledge how stupid his brother could be at times. After the Shaw brothers had found out Blake was still alive a few years before, they decided it was best to keep both Hattie and Isabella in the dark, not wanting to have the happy images of the man they once knew ruined after finding out he had gone rogue. They knew he had gone too far undercover, but they never predicted it was with Eteon. 


"You knew? You knew Blake was alive?" Isabella mumbled softly, her eyes flickering to Owen and following his guilty line of sight to Deckard who sat beside her, "You knew too?" 


Her voice was sharp, but also on the verge of cracking. She trusted the Shaws with her life, but something inside of her was unravelling. Hattie glared in disbelief between her brothers, her eyebrows furrowed as she spoke, "How could you keep that a secret? You knew how worried Bella was, you knew how much I missed him." 


"Exactly, we thought it was better if you didn't know he'd gone rogue, not until we found him again." Deckard attempted to explain, but his tone came out in a defensive fashion, only winding the women up further. Hobbs sat awkwardly beside the argument, unsure of whether or not to but in, and he sensibly chose the latter. 


Isabella opened her mouth as if she was going to argue back, but she couldn't find the energy in her to do so. Instead she just slumped back in her seat, closing her eyes in exhaustion, "You should have told us, we're not delicate little flowers." 


There was a few moments of silence as Hattie too crossed her arms and turned away to stare of the window, unable to have any further discussion with her brothers. She'd had enough of their antics for one day. 


"We're sorry." Deckard admitted thoughtfully, and it wasn't often you got an apology from the stubborn man. Surprised, Isabella opened one eye, examining his sorrowful expression which practically begged for forgiveness. She shrugged, relaxing back into her seat, feeling herself on the verge of sleep, 


"I just can't believe he's done that to us." She expressed how she felt about her brother before leaving them in a eerie silence. 


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I'm so sorry for the delay. Doing sixth form from home was been chaotic. I know this isn't the most action packed scene, hopefully the next few chapters will be better. 


Thank you for all the reads, let me know if you're enjoying the story. 





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