Deckard had his car, a Jaguar F-Type Coupé S, on a rig so he could work on the undercarriage, eyes flitting over to where his wife worked on her Porsche Spyder on the other side of the warehouse, hers also on a rig. But the main reason why he kept looking over to her it because she was in jeans and an old white tank top that was knotted up, baring part of her midriff. And as she stretched for the undercarriage, her shirt would ride up a little more.

He was eventually distracted when Hobbs came over, the two of them bickering for a while before making death threats, but they were more light-hearted, almost as if they got along for a split second, had a mutual understanding.

That was until they heard over the police scanner about an army of cars attacking the motorcade of the Russian Minister of Defence.

Knowing it was Dom, the team moved out, everyone in their own cars including Little Nobody.

This was going to be fun.

And it was as Dom's team cut him off from the front and the Shaw's caged him in from the back in the middle of a street as they revved their engines.

He'd already stolen the nuclear football from the Russian minister, so if they didn't stop him, who knows what kind of a war Cipher could start.

"It's over Toretto! Get your ass out of the car right now!" Hobbs ordered through the loudspeakers attached to his supped-up truck.

Dom only revved his engine in response. He wasn't backing down. 

And neither were they.

"So, that's how you want to play this? Let's play," Hobbs challenged and for once the Shaw's were delighted to agree with him.

Deckard and Katrina mouthed quick I love you's to each other before Dom sped forward.

Little Nobody bought it and went after him, leaving an open gap for Dom to escape through as they all spurred after him.

Though again, Little Nobody fell for Dom's tricks and got his car trapped under construction gear.

Eventually, they cornered Dom at an intersection, Letty and Tej already being dragged by his car by their grappling hooks.

Katrina and Deckard fired for the right of his car, hooking it while Hobbs got the left and Roman the front.

"Stretch him out. Hold him!" Hobbs yelled through the walkie and they shifted their cars into reverse as they pulled the lines taunt, the road getting darker as the burned rubber blackened it, Dom's car not going anywhere.

But it didn't last.

His car had more horsepower than the 5000 Deckard and Katrina were driving with. Not to mention, he won when he fired up his Nos, exhaust flaming as he drove forwards and then back, flipping Roman's Bentley as you could hear his screams.

Hobbs had gotten the driver's side door, a little punch from Dom had it flying off its hinges and Hobbs' car flying off the road.

Knowing what was coming next, Deckard screamed into the walkie, "KATRINA, DISENGAGE!"

But she wasn't quick enough as both their cars were pulled and flipped as Dom reversed, also causing Letty and Tej to flip and hit each other.

Deckard got out of his car first, going after Dom once he saw Katrina already getting out of her own car.

But he didn't get very far when Dom stopped and pulled a gun on him.

"They thought this was gonna be a street fight," Dom said, nuclear football in his hand as Hobbs and Katrina came running after him just in time to watch as Dom put two rounds into Deckard, his limp body collapsing to the ground.

"NO!" Katrina screamed as instant tears poured from her eyes, Hobbs grabbing her around the waist as police sirens neared.

"Get the hell off me!" she raged as she thrust her head backwards, blood gushing from Hobbs' nose before her elbow met his chest and her foot slammed into his with as much force as she could muster before she sprinted towards Deckard, Toretto long gone.

And Hobbs left the Shaw's behind as he disappeared, cops rounding the corner.

But before the cops could arrive, the ambulance did first.