"Hobbs!" Deckard called, gun drawn as he and Katrina walked into the black site to find Hattie with her legs around Hobbs' neck and a gun at his face, her back on a table as he held her wrists.

"Oh, put that down," Katrina said to the shaking CIA agent as she walked in with her gun drawn as well.

"Get your greasy sausage fingers off of her," Deckard growled protectively.

"What are you doing here?" Hattie asked her brother.

"Saving you," Deckard replied.

"I don't need to be saved," Hattie said as she got off Hobbs and aimed her gun at Deckard, Hobbs drawing his own gun to also point at Deckard.

"No. No. No. This is my house and your goddamn girlfriend ain't going anywhere," Hobbs said.

"That's disgusting," Hattie said as she moved her gun to point at Hobbs and Katrina tucked hers into the waistband of her jeans.

"Girlfriend? Do you not have a brain? My wife's right there and that, that is my sister," Deckard fired back.

"Bullshit. She's too good-looking to be your sister," Hobbs said.

"All of you shut the hell up," Katrina groaned as she stepped between Hattie and Deckard, hands on her hips. "Hi, Hats. You know after our shopping trip, when I said let's do this again, I meant shopping, not where I have to help another Shaw disappear because some government agency is trying to kill them!"

Hattie didn't get a chance to reply before Hobbs said, "Yeah and it's gonna stay that way unless you tell me where that virus is."

"Listen to me pinhead, she's gonna die unless we get her out of here right now!" Deckard yelled.

"We're all gonna die if she doesn't tell us where that weapon is," Hobbs replied.

"Actually, everyone's gonna die because I am the virus!" Hattie yelled as she lowered her gun and held up her palm so everyone could see the 3 needle marks.

"It's embedded in capsules. I need to find a way to get them out."

"Well, then let's go," Katrina said, content to help her sister and leave the men to fight it out.

But they only made it a few steps before the glass windows shattered and the force of it blew them backwards.

Five men dressed in black and armed with guns then repelled inside as they began shooting, Katrina and Hattie still knocked out on the floor.

As it began raining bullets, Hobbs and Shaw ducked for cover, unable to grab the two women who were knocked out by the blast, as the unmasked man gave out orders to the two men.

"Grab the asset," he ordered before he nudged Katrina with his foot. "This one too. She's Shaw's, it'll make him suffer when we make her like us."

As the men jumped out the window and began repelling down, Hattie was held over the shoulders of the leader while Katrina was over the shoulders of a masked soldier.

After hearing the orders and listening to three of the five men leave, Shaw looked to Hobbs and nodded as they both leapt from their hiding places, each taking on one of the remaining soldiers before rushing to the edge and watching as the men ran down the side of the building, holding Hattie and Katrina.

"Now or never," Hobbs said.

"I'm more of a 'now' type of guy," Shaw yelled over the wind.

"On my three," Hobbs said.

"Sure."

"One, two, three," Hobbs said as he grabbed onto a repelling in and began falling down the building with the men, Shaw staying in place.

"No one tells me what to do," he said defiantly, childishly in his wife's opinion had she been conscious, before he made his way over to the elevator and sent it into freefall.

He may have been fighting with Hobbs but nothing was going to stop him from saving his wife and his sister, he just hoped he would never be faced with the decision to choose between the two.