Sometimes plans change, and this was a desperate situation where a new plan was inevitable. 

Isabella still hadn't heard anything from Deckard, Owen or Hobbs through the earpiece. The only sounds that came through were Brixton's demands and the sound of chains rattling. It was frightening that three of the most highly skilled people she knew had been taken down in less than five seconds by Eteon. 

They had been waiting for them at the door, like a cat just teasing a mouse. Eteon let them think they had tricked the system and managed to sneak into the most secure institution in the world, before pouncing on them in an instant. 

It was down to Isabella to get them out, and she just prayed that her presence wasn't already known. A surprise attack would be her only chance at helping, and even that was a risky shot. 

Deviating from the platform she was previously venturing across, Isabella noticed a couple of vents on the side of the building, and that seemed like the best way in. Carefully, she inspected the silver grates, applying some force to see if they would budge. 

Infuriatingly, the first three she tried were locked in solidly, but just as she was about to give up hope, the forth one started to move. Sighing with relief, the blonde gripped the side of the metal, carefully prying it open to give her enough room to crawl in. 

She knew that the only way into the building was down, but fortunately she had the ropes and clips from Marianna which would allow her to swing in safely. All her hopes were pinned on it. 

Isabella groaned quietly as she pushed herself up into the vent. It was a reasonably large space to explore through but she was already starting to feel claustrophobic at the thought of getting trapped in. 

Nevertheless, she began silently crawling through the vent, listening carefully when she came to a junction. With a few taps of her watch, Isabella was able to find out which way she needed to go based on the location of Deckard's listening device. 

"Please don't die before I get there." Isabella muttered to herself, attempting to manifest their safety in her mind. She knew all about the history between Brixton and Deckard, they used to be best friends when they worked together in MI6. When Brixton had set Deck up, he had go underground for a while, all whilst Isabella helped him from above. 

She didn't even need to hear the story, she already believed Deck even when nobody else did. Even Hattie disowned him, her own brother. That's why it was so shocking that the whole group had come back together for a mission. Perhaps their final one after all. 

With the memories of their younger selves running through her mind, Isabella almost crawled over the grate until she saw a bustling hall of people down people. Stopping suddenly, she sat back on her heels out of sight, allowing her eyes to wander through the gaps in the metal. 

In the centre of the chaos sat three chairs, with some very familiar individuals chained to them. Hobbs, Owen and Dec were strapped down in a triangle, still unconscious as their heads lay limp against their shoulders. The chains holding them were great, thick bounds of steel which were attached to something even scarier; a huge battery ready to electrocute them at a moment's notice. 

Brixton was on the floor, parading around in his black, leather outfit, shouting orders at various men who scampered away out of loyalty or fear. Isabella noticed how people were handling the weapons, as though they weren't ordinary devices. They seemed to be unlocked through biometrics, which meant that only the Eteon workers would be able to use them. 

From a usual view, it could be deemed a smart solution to a common problem. However, Isabella knew that along with the biometric fingerprint scanners came coding, and if their was coding, she could hack it. 

The clock was still ticking away forebodingly, counting down ever closer to the fatal explosion designed to destroy the complex and all their secrets hidden in it. It also meant that they needed to get out or else the virus would no longer be a problem since they'd all be frazzled to a crisp.

Cleverly, she began working on her watch, typing away in order to stop Eteon using their weapons. If she wasn't successful, she had no chance at getting everybody out in time. They'd be shot to death in a matter of seconds. 

Unexpectedly, she heard a groan through the earpiece, and as she scanned the floor, Isabella noticed that Deckard had woken up. He shook his throbbing head slowly, attempting to clear his fuzzy eyesight and tampered hearing. The moment he realised he was chained down, Dec clenched his jaw tightly, glancing around at the workers. 

"You're awake." Brixton smiled with an antagonising grin, opening his arms before leaning back against a large barrel. With fury running through his veins, Deckard reluctantly peered up at the man, desperate to be out of his restraints in order to cause him some real damage. 

Although he hadn't expected it to be easy to get into the complex, he certainly did not think they'd be caught immediately. It had been a long time since he'd been in a situation like this; one where he didn't feel in control. Deckard did not like it one bit. 

"You're a bastard." Deckard shot back sharply, cracking his neck with a couple of loud cracks which echoed through the earpiece like a jolt of electricity. Brixton seemed unfazed by the comment, he knew he was holding all the cards, so the sickly grin remained perfectly on his face. 

"Well I think that went extremely well." Owen groaned light heartedly as he arose from his previous state, despite the serious situation they were in. Deckard clenched his jaw, furious that he was stuck in a room with two of the people who could make his blood boil the most.

To make matters worse, in between the brothers Luke Hobbs continued to doze away, oblivious to the ever dropping countdown that was threatening to blow them up in less than thirty minutes. 

"Did you really think you and your idiot brother could stroll in here and take what's mine?" Brixton aggravated the bald man in front of him, squatting down so he could meet Deckard's eye line. With a murderous glint in his eye, Deckard glared back silently, watching Brixton as he slowly walked away, laughing and shaking his head in the process. 

Isabella looked around, trying to find a place to clip the wire in order for her to lower herself to the ground. The vent was rectangular and smooth, possibly the worst combination to get any grip. She bit her lip, thinking of what else she could do, and somehow her best idea was to pierce the sharp end of the wire into the metal vent. 

There were many cons to her plan; she wasn't sure if she was that strong and it would make a large amount of noise, but as she heard Hobbs arise from below, Isabella realised time was running out. 

Realising the three men had arisen, Brixton strolled back over, gesturing for some of his men to join him in an attempt to flex his power over his enemy. 

"For the love of god, don't be too loud." Isabella pleaded inaudibly, making a cross over her chest before shoving the sharp point with as much force as possible. Thankfully the vent wasn't as thick as she assumed, and pierced pretty easily. Her strained eyes winced at the slight scraping of metal, and she held her breath tightly, glancing down through the cracks just ahead of her. 

The conversation ensued, she had not been detected. 

"How did it feel to have everything pulled out from under your feet?" Brixton provoked nastily as Deckard tugged on his chains with an extremely displeased expression. "I didn't take much pleasure in framing you at first, but Eteon made me realise that we as humans need to evolve. We can be stronger, faster; just look at me. I'm black superman." He chuckled proudly, juggling his gun in his hand. 

"I wasn't surprised that Owen didn't come to your aid, he had his own problems clearly. But even your own sister turned her back on you. And Isabella, I bet it broke her heart." Brixton knew he was pressing the right buttons by talking about the Shaw family and their closest friend. They were the most important things in each others lives, even if they had their differences. 

Deckard twinged as he heard Isabella mentioned. Before the MI6 team had been demolished, he and Brixton had been undeniably good friends, so they knew a lot about each others lives. That came back to haunt them.  

"How is Isabella now? I might pay her a visit." Brixton paused as a man walked over with an open laptop whilst Isabella pulled some binoculars out of her back which she'd found at Marianna's mansion. It was an eerily familiar picture. 

"Wait, we already have." He smirked, clicking the video as the three men watched with stern expressions. The video began to play and Isabella soon realised it was footage of her kitchen. Not just that, but she was stood in it. They'd filmed the whole attack and she hadn't even noticed.

The three men stared carefully as the video showed Isabella gathering the weapons from under the island, whilst simultaneously eating a banana. Hobbs eyes went wide as the glass wall exploded violently and the shooting began. 

Isabella couldn't believe she was still alive when watching it from a different view, it was little short of a miracle. She watched as the grenade erupted and the multiple strangulation's occurred. Even Deckard and Owen seemed shocked, and they knew her abilities. Perhaps they were just acting to not give away her location. 

As the video concluded with Isabella grabbing her phone, Brixton turned with a raised eyebrow, "So I ask you this. Where is Isabella Ford?" 

Deckard sneered, looking Brixton up and down in disgust, "I have no idea." 

Isabella smiled, wrapping the loose end of the wire securely around her hand as she soundlessly lifted the underside of the air vent. 

As she slid skilfully from the safety of the metal, Isabella whipped out her gun, raining down fire on some of the surrounding agents who all began to duck in fear and alarm. Brixton jumped out of the way with a thick aura of self preservation, shielding himself as he recovered from the surprise attack whilst men from all across the room began wielding weapons, aiming them quickly. 

"I'm right here you son of a bitch."

I'm sorry that the updates are slow, I've been away and I've started sixth for as well as working so I don't have much time on my hands. Thank you for all the support on this story. Hopefully lots of action in the next chapter!