Reluctantly after being forced inside by Luke's mother, the Shaws and Isabella stood awkwardly in the centre of the room, capturing the attention of all the locals nearby. Deckard crossed his arms impatiently from beside Isabella as Luke was ushered to the table and a plate of steaming food was quickly dropped in front of him. 

"You two girls, come eat. You're all skin and bone." Luke's mother fussed around them, gesturing to their thin physiques which were only highlighted by their relatively tight outfits.  

As two more plates were laid on the table, Isabella couldn't help but breath in the delicious scent of the meal and was almost drawn straight in, until Owen held out his arm, "I'm sorry to ruin the fun, but we are in a situation where global destruction is ticking closer by the hour." 

He was right, that did ruin the fun, and Luke stopped shovelling his meal into his mouth and pointed towards the Shaws. It was almost as if he had forgotten why they were there for a second. 

"He's right Ma, we came because we need your help." Luke admitted bravely, wrapping one of his strong arms around his mother's shoulders. His brothers glanced at him with distaste, not wanting to help him immediately after not seeing him in years. Regardless, they wouldn't have much choice if his mother agreed on their behalf.

"Like I said, you aren't getting any!" Jonah responded firmly as he crossed his arms from beside the back door. Hattie rolled her eyes discreetly, shaking her head at Isabella, already knowing they weren't going to get anywhere. 

Before Hobbs could argue back, his mother stepped in, placing her hand on her newly returned son's shoulder, "If Luke and his friends need our help, we are going to give it to him. That's what family do." She ordered, pointing her finger authoritatively at the other stern family members around the room. Jonah sighed, deeply, letting his disapproval be known, but his mother had moved on from his petty grievances. "Now, what do you need?" 

Luke looked back over towards the Shaws and Isabella who waited for his guidance, "Well, where do we start?" 

***

"Where are we going?" Isabella asked interestedly as they climbed onto the back of different pick up trucks. After jumping up effortlessly himself, Deckard held his arm out, easily pulling Isabella up beside him before helping Hattie do the same. 

"To our workshop." One of Hobbs' brothers responded bluntly, perching his figure in the back of the truck alongside the four outsiders. Isabella nodded, feeling a strong urge not to ask any more questions since that one alone seemed to annoy the man. 

As the vehicles were steered back onto the open road, Isabella and Hattie made sure to grip onto the metal railings to keep themselves steady. With the wind blowing wildly through her hair, she did recognise a sense of freedom from being on the island. It felt disconnected from the rest of society, even in a moment where the world was in danger and they were being hunted like hares. 

The second Isabella's mind attempted to picture something more positive, images of Hattie dying or the world imploding soon ricocheted back in. She had to quickly flick her head back up to ensure that her friend was still alive and well and that her imagination still purely remained a fiction that she hoped would never come true. 

"It's beautiful here." Isabella shouted loud enough over the forceful wind so that Deckard could hear her comment on the natural world from beside her. He nodded in agreement, a small smirk growing on his face as he shouted back, "Well maybe once all this is over, we can all do some sunbathing on the beach." 

Although Isabella knew he was being sarcastic, she couldn't help but wish they could. The four of them had been through it all over the past years, and a relaxing break would do them wonders. However, she was very dubious of whether the three Shaw siblings could actually be in each other's company for more than a minute without arguing if it wasn't for the world being at stake. 

Gradually, they slowed down as the vehicles stopped before a large warehouse beside the cliffs. People began to jump out of the cars, so the Shaws and Isabella instantly took that as their cue to do the same. Isabella carefully passed the machine down to Owen who used all the gentleness he had in his body to prevent it from being damaged any further. 

As Hobbs joined their side, they followed the rest of his family into the warehouse, and it was surprisingly large. Isabella glanced around in wonder at the beautiful, old fashioned cars being worked on by pleasantly happy mechanics who stared at the newcomers with confused expressions. However, since they were with Jonah, they weren't questioned. 

She heard a snippet of the conversation between Hobbs and his brother about the legality of his business, but she was soon distracted by Deckard tugging gently on her arm to show her a familiar car he had spotted. It was the same design as a sports car that Dec had when he was merely twenty one years old. However, this one had been newly decorated with a shining coat of red paint which thoroughly impressed the Shaw. Isabella couldn't help but smile as his eyes lit up as he spoke about it, although she didn't really listen to a word he said. 

"I know you're not listening to me." Deckard chuckled as he glanced up from admiring the framework of the car. Isabella's head snapped over to his in alarm, but her eyes gave away the truth, "I was, I was just thinking about Hattie." 

Deckard's expression dimmed as the thought of his sister came flooding back, and the pair quickly hurried over to the work station where Jonah, Luke, Hattie and Owen had began assessing how bad the damage truly was. 

With a little magnifying glass in his hand, Jonah squinted at the bent metal and skewed wires, before he began gently prodding certain parts of the machine. Isabella narrowed her eyebrows in confusion, unable to see how any of his actions were helping the situation, but nonetheless, she remained silent and allowed the so-called expert to do his job. 

After a couple of minutes in which nobody said a word, Jonah sighed heavily and slapped down his magnifying glass. Hattie stared at him intently, praying for good news, but ultimately expecting the worst. 

Luckily for her, their prayers had been answered as he slowly began to nod his head, "I can fix this. We just need a bit of time." Jonah requested, looking between Hobbs and Hattie's brothers. Their relief was so evident that they would have given Jonah anything he needed if he had asked for it in that moment. Isabella squeezed Hattie into a thankful hug, finally being able to let go of the thought that she may have had to lose her best friend in a matter of hours. 

"We can buy you as much time as you need." Deckard promised confidently, and Owen nodded in agreement from beside him. Isabella looked down once more at the battered machine, but the confident glint in Jonah's eye told her that everything would work out alright in the end. 

"She needs to stay so we can get the virus out of her, but you all need to go and prepare for the fight. I know that someone's coming, even if you won't admit it to yourselves." Jonah instructed, and they all had to agree that he was right. Even if the explosion had killed all of the Eteon members that were present at that base, there were bound to be more who would come after them to find the virus. 

Even being on an island as distant as Samoa would not stop the enemy from tracking them down and waging war upon a new group of people. 

"Thank you, brother," Hobbs placed his hand gratefully on Jonah's shoulder, but the uncouth snarl he received quickly told him to remove it, which he did. Hattie sniggered at the interaction, before reassuring her brothers and Isabella that she would be fine whilst they left to find some weapons. 

As the trio followed Hobbs back to the entrance, his mother quickly sauntered across their path, "I hear you're looking for weapons." She said sternly, sending a jolt of guilt down their spines that they had brought war to her doorstep. Hobbs nodded hopefully, sharing a few words between the two before she agreed to whatever his ultimatum was. 

"Right this way," She led the group, a few other members of her family coming along too. It was clear they were very wary of the new visitors, and rightfully so. It wasn't everyday people showed up on their doorstep with a world dependent mission. 

"Here!" She announced as another man pulled back a wooden panel, revealing a ton of weapons. Unfortunately, much to their dismay, there were no guns or grenades, there were only old fashioned weapons which would likely get them killed in seconds up against the Eteon technology. 

Owen bit his lip as he turned away to address Dec and Isabella with an anxious expression, 

"Well, we're fucked."