A few hours later the lights had been dimmed and silence had settled within the plane. The only three people awake were Deckard, Owen and Hobbs but they were all trying their best to ignore one another.

In an attempt to distract himself from the occasional kick to his chair from his younger brother, Deckard gazed down at Isabella who had her head resting comfortably against his strong shoulder. Her wavy, blonde locks were swept across her face, shielding her sleeping figure from the world. Nonetheless, he couldn't help but admire her, even from this angle. 

"What's the deal with her?" Hobbs broke the silence, trying to talk in a quiet tone, yet his booming voice was still enough to wake Isabella from her weak slumber. Nevertheless, she stayed perfectly still and played along, wanting to listen to their conversation to see if they talk without an argument breaking out. 

"What are you rambling about now?" Deckard spat back, careful not to turn his body too fast to keep the supposedly sleeping woman still and unbothered. Owen glanced between the two from the row behind, crossing him arms across his chest with boredom. 

"Ford. What is she to you?" Hobbs pestered, attempting to stretch his abnormally large legs without hitting the seat in front of him. 

"That's not any of your business." Deckard retaliated, taking a breath before continuing as his forehead wrinkled with agitation, "Do you know what else isn't your business? All of this. This is a family problem, and when I last checked, your last name isn't Shaw." 

"Neither is hers." Hobbs shot back, pointing to Isabella who tried to steady her breathing to mirror her sleeping rate. She felt Deckard stiffen up beneath her head, Isabella could tell the man was getting under his skin. 

"You know what, you should think yourself lucky that she's asleep right now, or else I'd have thrown your ass so far down this plane before you even knew what hit you." Isabella bit her lip, stopping a laugh that threatened to escape her mouth and give her away in an instant. 

"Oh okay." Hobbs chuckled criticizingly, "So that's what's stopping you, not the fact that you are about the size of a dwarf and couldn't even pick up my little toe." The two rivals stared at each other closely, debating whether it was worth going at each other and risking the whole mission, and consequently the fate of the entire world.

Owen rolled his eyes at the conflict, "Can you give it a rest for two minutes?  Yes, we could have done this without him, but he's bloody well here now and we need to focus on getting that virus out of our sister. If we keep fighting each other, we have no chance." He argued, surprising both the men in front of him as he spoke some common sense.

Hobbs looked between the brothers with an impressed expression, "That's the smartest thing I've ever heard you say." 

Deckard wiped a hand across his chin, deciding that his brother was right, even if he hated to admit it, "Fine, but don't think I don't know why you're doing this." He pointed his clenched hand at Hobbs accusingly, looking at him intently. 

"Please enlighten me." Hobbs requested, raising one eyebrow to make the bizarre expression that Deckard hated so much. All he could think about was how he would love to wipe that smug glint off his face.

"I've seen the way you look at Hattie with that stupid grin on your potato shaped head, flexing your big hulk arms." Deckard called Hobbs out, as the man in question scoffed dramatically, shaking his head with his pearly white smile on display. Isabella had to agree with the Shaw on that point. 

"Yes, the whole reason I'm parading across the world with your little brother who tried to kill me and my team a few years ago, your blonde girlfriend who has spoken to me a grand total of two times and already hates me, and your annoying as hell ass is just so I can flirt with your badass, little sister who could definitely beat us all in a fight in less than thirty seconds." Hobbs spluttered sarcastically as Owen tapped his foot, trying to ignore the provocation of his chequered past.

Isabella sighed outwardly, unable to contain herself any longer. Flipping her wild hair over her shoulder, she removed her weight from Deckard's arm as he turned to her with surprise, "Firstly, I don't hate you." She started, narrowing her shining eyes at Hobbs, "Secondly, I'm not his girlfriend and thirdly, I am never getting on a plane with you two again because I will throw myself out of the window." 

Owen stifled a laugh as she lectured the two men before her, a stern expression on her face as she pulled her thick coat back around her shoulders. 

"Great, now she's awake." Hobbs groaned, closing his eyes as he leaned his head back on the seat, preparing to be ganged up on my three people, "She has a name." Deckard emphasised the pronoun, ready to defend Isabella at a moments notice. 

"Just leave it." Isabella muttered softly, standing up from her seat, forgetting how sore her body still felt. For a second, Isabella thought she was about to collapse as her bruised legs almost gave way beneath her. 

"Hey, go steady." Deckard grabbed her arm supportively, holding up her body weight as she brushed him off, climbing by his legs into the aisle as she shook her cloudy head, "I'm fine. I need a drink. Tea?" She asked politely, looking between the Shaw brothers who watched her with concern in their eyes. 

As they both nodded, Isabella turned to Hobbs whilst he stared back at her blankly. "Do you want a drink?" She asked again, repeating the question expectantly, wincing as her wounded arm brushed against the plane seat. 

"Coffee?" Hobbs responded, receiving a quick nod before Isabella strolled down the plane, towards the oblivious flight attendant who sat beside the trolley in the clearing, waiting for someone to request her service. Since more or less everyone was asleep, she didn't have much work to do.

"She alright?" Hobbs asked, his tone laced with unease as the trio watched Isabella fake a wide smile as she asked for their drinks. Isabella could feel the watchful eyes on her figure, as she tried to push down the pain as deep as she could, reducing the chances of flinching unexpectedly when a wave of pain overcame her. 

 "Izzy's too selfless for her own good, she won't admit that she's in pain because she wants to help Hattie." Owen explained, glancing beside him to keep that his sister was still sound asleep. She had always been a deep sleeper, ever since they were kids. It helped her avoid the endless arguments their parents used to have, until Magdalene finally came to her senses and kicked their father out. He was a waste of space. 

"She'll be alright. We keep her out of the action, she doesn't get hurt." Deckard ordered, making sure the other two men agreed, which fortunately they did. 

As Isabella wandered back with the drinks in a cardboard holder, her eyes ran across the passengers. It had been a while since she'd been on a plane, and seeing all the sleeping strangers in one place made her realise how much she longed for a holiday. 

"Here." She passed the coffee to Hobbs kindly, helping him carefully place the steaming beverage on the tray in front of him as he offered her his thanks. 

As she passed the brothers their drinks, she decided to ask about what the future held, "So, you know if we all make it out of this alive and the world doesn't implode and that, can we take a trip to Sicily?" 

Isabella stepped around Deckard's legs, perching back in her seat as she blew cold air on her tea, trying to cool down the boiling water. 

"You mean when we all make it out alive, because we will." Deckard reassured, smiling fondly at the blonde as she stared back sceptically, "But yes, we can got to Sicily. Just as long as we leave Owen at home." Dec smirked, waiting for a slap on the head which surprisingly never came. 

"That's just cruel." Isabella smiled, exchanging a joyous glance with Owen through the gap in the seats. Although the world was literally in their hands, she was still happy to be reunited with the Shaws. 

"Don't worry, I wouldn't want to interfere with your romantic getaway." Owen teased and Isabella shook her head, ignoring his childish comments. She'd heard enough to last her a life time. Nonetheless, Isabella couldn't help but think, at least if they didn't make it through the next few days, she'd go surrounded by the people she cared for most.

No matter how annoying or frustrating sometimes, Hattie, Owen and Deckard were the closest people she had, and Isabella was willing to do whatever it took to save them.

*****

"Where are we going again?" Hobbs asked for the third time since they'd arrived in Moscow. Fortunately, Deckard smartly had an Audi sent to the airport, ready for them to use as soon as they stepped out the doors into the chilly air. It smelt different in Russia, fresher, cleaner, slightly minty. That's what Isabella smelt anyway.

"I told you, I know a place where we can get weapons." Owen reiterated, his excited eyes fixed firmly on the road as he followed an intense route of dramatic turns and sudden exits. It wasn't really necessary, but he was always one for theatrics. 

Isabella sat comfortably in the back seat, perched beside Hattie who formed a barrier between her and Hobbs. The anxious glint in Hattie's eyes was growing bigger by the hour, clearly the thought of destroying the planet was starting to overwhelm her, just as it would anyone. It was certainly a big burden to carry. 

"Don't worry Te," Isabella comforted her friend in whispers, stroking her clothed shoulder as they both watched endless cars trundle by carelessly outside the window, "We can sort this." 

Hattie nodded hurriedly, trying to remind herself that they could fix the problem, though deep down she was terrified. She was petrified that if they left it too late, she could harm every citizen on the planet. Hattie was more than willing to lay down her life right there and then, but not a single person in the car would allow her to do such a thing. Not when they still had hope. 

"How far away are we?" Deckard questioned, leaning towards the spotless dashboard to read the faint signs in Russian. He couldn't understand much, but even what he did know didn't give him any clues. Dec had put all his trust in his little brother, and that was an incredibly difficult thing for him to do. If it wasn't for Hattie's situation, he would have never followed Owen. 

"Be patient." Owen reprimanded, turning off the main road suddenly, peeling off towards a huge mansion that sat isolated in the distance. It was truly beautiful, with its white windows and stone pillars, however Isabella knew she didn't have time to admire the scenery. Whoever was inside had some very valuable equipment for them which they needed desperately if they wanted any chance of infiltrating the Eteon complex. 

It was typical that the only machine that could remove the virus from Hattie's bloodstream was in the most secure, well hidden and heavily guarded place on the planet. They might as well try to sneak into Area 51, it would be an easier task.

"This is it?" Hobbs questioned sceptically, peering up at the grand structure through the window as the car came to a gradual halt. His eyes traced the exterior carefully, and admittedly it didn't seem like a place where you could collect weapons at all. Even Isabella was slightly anxious. 

Rapidly, Owen jumped out of the car, urging the others to follow him as he paused whilst they exited the vehicle. Loud bangs could be heard from inside, they came flooding out the open door followed by a few shouts and screams. Isabella shared a fretful glance with Deckard as he appeared beside her, watching his brother judgingly as he led them up the steps towards the entrance.

"Stay near me." Deckard muttered in a hushed tone, staying a step ahead of Isabella and Hattie as they simultaneously strolled up the concrete steps behind him. Hobbs stood firmly to Hattie's right, waiting for someone to emerge from the building, hoping for some validation that they were in the right place. He too lacked faith in the younger Shaw brother, and with the incidents that had occurred in the past, Hobbs had good reason.

Unexpectedly, a tall, beautiful, brunette woman sauntered around the corner, chucking down a bloodied baseball bat onto the cluttered floor, grinning as she saw Owen come into view. Her ridiculously steep heels clicked femininely against the stone, it was a peculiar choice of footwear for her profession. Still, Isabella was impressed at how she moved so eloquently around the disaster of a hallway. 

Before anyone could utter a word, Owen and the woman shared a deep kiss, and the four watching couldn't help but let their mouths fall open in surprise and slight awkwardness. Hattie turned towards Isabella, pulling a confused, yet half disgusted face whilst trying to ignore the affection that was being displayed. 

"Long time, no see." The woman announced in a thick, Russian accent, wiping some pink lipstick from Owen's mouth as they pulled away from their shocking embrace. She curiously glanced around at the others in the room, not paying them much attention before she turned back around uninterestedly. 

"Follow me." She smiled bluntly, beckoning them through the corridor as Owen twisted around with a smirk as Deckard raised his eyebrow, a small grin forming on his face. It was times like these that Deckard wish he actually talked to his brother. Not because he enjoyed his company, just to gather information on him and prevent him joining another disaster of a gang. 

As they followed the girl, more and more women came into view, each holding various weapons which they seemed to be using to hold people hostage with. There were a few suited men tied up, fighting for their unlikely escape as the gang wrecked the house, claiming the valuables for themselves. 

Fortunately, as the group made their way through, the women stood aside politely, allowing them to follow their notorious leader to where Isabella prayed they could find some good weapons, or even just some resources. 

"Here we are." She revealed, pulling a large black sheet off a table, exposing every weapon you could ever imagine. There were guns of all kinds, vests, knives, lasers, listening devices. Isabella didn't know where to look first. "You can take any of it." She urged, watching as the group stared intently at the equipment before them as Owen handed over a wad of cash which the woman ran her manicured fingers through contently. 

Immediately, the boys began gathering what they needed, taking different guns and handling them to assess their adequacy. Hobbs balanced a large rifle in his arms, squinting to check the accuracy of the gun whilst Deckard juggled with some blades, seeming impressed by their lightweight. 

"You," The fierce woman pointed at Isabella who glanced up instantly, not wanting to get on the bad side of the stern figure, "Come with me." She ordered, gesturing for her to follow her out of the room. Cautiously, Isabella looked over at the others for reassurance as Deckard's head shot up, about to object the woman's demands. 

"Go Izzy, it's fine." Owen interrupted, encouraging the blonde as she slowly left the room. The brunette had trotted a few metres ahead, and Isabella struggled to keep up in her heeled boots as they climbed some stairs up to a new level. She could already here some bickering on the floor below, followed by Hattie telling everyone to be quiet in a not so nice way.

"My name is Marianna by the way." She added, a little more gently this time, "For you, I have some stuff you might like." 

As Isabella followed Marianna into another large, bright room, she watched with intrigue as the woman pulled some stuff out from the shelves which covered the walls. "These are your clothes." 

A pile of black materials were passed to Isabella as she balanced them in her arms, thanking Marianna as she went. A pair of flat, leather combat boots were placed on top as Isabella slid the items onto a nearby table to watch the Russian more carefully. 

"Now these," Marianna held up a tiny little ear piece and some silver disks, "You put these on your friends, you can hear everything that they hear." She explained, passing them over with a smirk before bustling along to another shelf. 

"And this, you can secure to any material, it will hold your body weight ten times over." Marianna handed over an expendable cable with clips that could shrink down small enough to slip into a pocket. They were all useful things that they would never have been able to sneak through security. 

"Of course, you'll want these." Marianna laid out two hand guns, enough ammo to last Isabella through the whole of World War Two and a switch blade. They were simple weapons, but often the most crucial. 

"Now these," Once more, two small disks were held up, you could mistake them for rubbish, "Put these on your enemy and they'll be paralysed from electrocution for as long as you need. Use this remote." 

Marianna strutted around, passing out a few more useful tools whilst Isabella's interest continued to grow through the roof. When she was done explaining, the confident brunette went to leave the room, "Get changed, come down when you're ready." 

"Wait!" Isabella halted her, as Marianna looked over her shoulder inquisitively, "Doesn't Hattie need clothes and everything?" She questioned, not understanding why her best friend wasn't being offered the same treatment as her. 

"Oh darling, they've got a different plan for her." Marianna smiled, tapping the earpiece in her ear which nobody had noticed until now. She must have placed it on Owen when they first came in, it was a smart play. 

Isabella nodded silently, letting the mysterious woman wander away, giving her some privacy to change. It was probably going to be the last bit of peace and quiet she'd get until the mission was over, and she cherished every last second of it.