(A/N: This is the first chapter of Fate of the Furious. Enjoy. XxD)

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"Well, well, well, look what we have here. Luke Hobbs behind bars. The bent cop got his day," Deckard smirked from his cell as Luke Hobbs was placed into the one opposite his, Dominic Toretto having been the one to put him here. "You know that colour looks good on you!" Deckard yelled at him, the glass panel next to the doors of the cell allowing them to see one another.

"Yeah, it'll look a whole hell of a lot better with your blood on it," Hobbs fired back.

"Yeah, good luck with that, Hercules," Shaw taunted as he leant against the edge of the glass panel. "Lawman gone bad, huh? Such a cliché. Oh well, welcome to the club," he said as he tapped the glass with his fist and went to turn around before Hobbs' voice called him back.

"I wouldn't get that twisted, son. We ain't in no club, we got nothing in common. And unlike you, I ain't gonna be here long."

"You bring a shovel, did ya?" Deckard fired back, bring up the words Hobbs had used against him when he put Shaw in here and throwing them right back in his face. "Because it's 38 feet of steel and concrete. Or so I've been told."

Deckard chuckled, enjoying the look on Hobbs' face. "Better get to digging. Because unlike you, I only gotta dig halfway because my wife is already coming to get me. And I know you haven't found her, even with that useless God's Eye piece of crap. So, like I said, better get to digging. Wanker."

But as Deckard sat on his cot, he cracked his knuckles, before lifting his hand to rest on his neck where the tracker was implanted just under his skin.

Being made up of plastic, it was untraceable by the metal detectors they'd scanned him with before burning his old clothes and outfitting him in that hideous orange jumpsuit.

And though he knew that Katrina would never leave him alone to rot in here, being locked up in here as long as he had, had given doubt plenty of time to seep into his resolve.

It'd been 3 months since he'd been locked in here, longer since he'd last seen her.

And Deckard desperately wished that he wouldn't have to wait too much longer.