"Before I go, I need you to know that I'm going undercover for a while." Blake spoke gently, grasping Isabella's hand as they sat on opposite sides of the table in a quaint tea shop on the outskirts of London. With Blake deep in the CIA, he liked staying out of the populated areas, and he warned his sister to do the same, not that she often listened to him. 

"Will you be gone long?" Isabella questioned anxiously, her heart speeding up in her chest. Since the disappearance of her parents, she found it hard to let Blake, Owen, Hattie or Deckard go on any undercover missions, but she truly had no say in the matter. It just terrified her every single time.

Blake took the final sip of his coffee, softly shaking his head, "They say a few months, six at most." He didn't like to reveal any more information than he needed to. Just enough to put Isabella's mind at rest. 

The blonde nodded her head, acknowledging his response whilst staring down at the tablecloth. "Stay safe, and call me when you get back." 

Blake rose from his chair, pulling his sister into a hug, muttering an "I love you," into her wild hair. Isabella smiled lovingly, returning the comment. 

And just as fast as he arrived, he was gone. 

That was the last time she had seen her brother. 

Until now.

***

Isabella was speechless, she couldn't find the words to say anything at all. She just stared up at the only biological family she had left, hardly believing that he was there at all. 

Hattie stood close by, glancing at the boy she once loved, the only boy she had ever loved. He was now only a mere shell of who he once was, she could tell from one singular look. 

"You're working for them?" Deckard spat in disbelief, cocking his gun against his side as his eyes flickered between Brixton and Blake, two men who had once been his best friends. 

Blake jumped with ease from the containers, landing beside Brixton who had risen to his feet, cracking his neck from side to side. "Not really the warm welcome I was expecting." He chuckled darkly, glancing between the shocked, yet disappointed faces that greeted him. 

Meanwhile, Hobbs stood with a stern expression, trying to establish the situation. It wasn't his fault he was so behind, it was a long bunch of history. 

"I thought you were dead." Isabella muttered out exhaustedly as her eyes pricked his tears, "You promised you'd come home. We waited for you, I waited for you for years." Hattie wrapped an arm round her best friend, steadying her body, scared she might collapse otherwise. 

"That's always been your problem Belle, you think too small." Blake criticised as the trio of Shaws glared daggers from all around, "You have to look at the bigger picture, look at what I've become." He held his arms out proudly, trying to prove that Eteon was worth the loss she had felt for the last eight years. In her eyes, it certainly was not. 

Isabella stared back disgustedly, her eyes tracing the man she used to call her brother. For the last eight years, she had dreamed of this moment; the moment where herself and Blake would reunite and run into each others arms. She would feel whole again. 

How mistaken she was. 

"How could you let them come after Hattie like that? You must have known." Isabella interrogated, slowly walking towards her brother with a look of anger in her eyes. There was no rage quite like the rage of Isabella Ford. 

"If you want to come out on top, you have to be prepared to make some sacrifices." Blake shrugged, not an ounce of pity in his eyes. He truly had lost all humanity. 

Hattie and Deckard shared a worried look as the Ford siblings were in touching distance of one another. 

"You're right," Isabella muttered calmly as the timer on her watch began to flash, "You do." 

With the small electrocution device slyly hidden in her hand, she wrapped her arms around the brothers shoulders, as if offering a loving hug. She could visibly hear the stunned silence of those around them, but just as Blake regained himself and went to return the embrace, she stuck the device into his neck. 

Isabella pulled away as he began to convulse violently, electricity running through his body, "Get the machine. We need to leave now!" She shouted demandingly, pointing to a shocked Hattie who immediately got herself into gear and sprinted back over to where the device was sat on the ground. 

As she felt a brisk gust of air push towards her, Isabella ducked, anxiously awaiting a strong punch from Brixton. 

It never came. 

Isabella frowned, looking round in confusion to see that Deckard had intervened, stopping Brixton's fist with a stern expression on his face. 

"Go!" Deckard ordered, pushing Brixton back with a huge amount of force. Isabella nodded, running into Hattie who grabbed her arm and began pulling her towards a long row of vehicles that ran down the side of the arena. 

"Come on!" Hattie reiterated, tugging Isabella along as she glanced over her shoulder. Hobbs and Deckard were holding Brixton off, but they knew it wouldn't be for long. Blake was still suffering the effects of the electricity, unable to even get up from the ground and his muscles failed to cooperate. 

"You two go! I'll get them." Owen hollered, jumping into a large army van as Hattie and Bella pulled themselves into a smaller, sturdy army vehicle. 

Checking her watch anxiously, Isabella was alarmed at the countdown and her head snapped up, "We have 3 minutes!" 

Hattie and Owen nodded sharply to one another, assuring each other that it'd be okay. Despite their differences, the Shaw siblings would always have each other's backs. 

Grabbing the steering wheel, Isabella pressed her foot on the accelerator. Although she desperately did not want to leave the boys behind, she knew that Hattie needed to get the virus out of her system as soon as she could. 

As the two vehicles swerved in opposite directions, Isabella speeded towards the open hatch at the end of the facility. The light blared into their eyes as they finally came back into the sun and the dust beneath the tyres began flaring up, disrupted by the sudden movement. 

"We need to find a way out, the explosion will the huge." Hattie reminded worriedly, twisting around in search for a gap in the fences, there had to be something. As she stuck her head out the window, her wavy, blonde locks flooded out being her whilst Isabella focussed on driving. 

"Oh shit!" Hattie hissed, pulling herself back into the car as a stream of cars emerged from another building, "We're outnumbered big time." 

Isabella shot a glance in the mirror, sighing inwardly. Fortunately, she saw Owen's vehicle emerge from the other track, with Deckard and Hobbs all perched in the front of the large van. 

Seeing Deckard gave her an idea, and if she could pull it off, it would save Hattie's skin. If they thought she was in Isabella's car, they would keep following them since they were so desperate to reclaim the virus. 

But what if she wasn't? 

"Hattie, you know when we used to climb through car windows when we were younger?" Isabella mentioned as she drifted the car back around, travelling towards Owen and the others. Hattie shot her a puzzled glance, indicating that she didn't believe it was a sensible time to reminisce on the past.

"Well, I think you might need to do it again." Isabella suggested, indicating her plan to Owen with a few hand signals. She was so glad Deckard had spent hours teaching them how to communicate without speaking when they were younger. 

Hattie turned to her, gripping the machine to her side as she nodded readily. If Isabella got the car in the perfect position, the five vehicles tailing them would never see the exchange take place, that was the plan. 

"What about you?" Hattie asked with a sense of unease as she began to get herself into position. 

"I'll meet you, I promise. Just get out of here." Isabella narrowed her eyes, straightening the car up perfectly so that the two vehicles would align in a parallel position. As they got closer, Hobbs prepared himself to grab Hattie, "3, 2, 1, now!" 

Isabella sucked in her breath as Hattie leaped out the window, straight into the other car whilst Hobbs pulled her inside firmly. Letting out the air, Isabella speeded up, watching the five cars follow her, not one noticed the exchange. 

The alarm on her watch reminded her that there was one minute until the explosion went off, which would no doubt be catastrophic to everything around them, including Isabella herself if she didn't lose those trailing her fast enough. 

As the world sped by, Isabella clocked a plan, and prayed with everything in her that it would turn out alright. 

***

"What is she doing? She's going to get herself killed." Deckard grumbled quietly to Hattie once his sister had safely settled between her oldest brother and Hobbs in the front of the van. 

Hattie sat the machine on the dashboard as Owen speeded around the facility, towards the break in the fence which linked directly to a long, straight highway. It was the only connection to the outside world for miles around. 

"I trust her, she can do this." Hattie responded calmly, however inside she couldn't deny that her heart was thrashing at a million miles an hour. Even if Hattie could get the virus out of her system, it wouldn't be worth it if they lost Isabella in the process. 

Deckard's jaw tightened as he moved his head to face the road. 

"Come on Bella." He whispered hopefully.