Hattie had taken out three researchers, deciding that she needed some fun and it was an easy fight, so Katrina let her, sticking to holding the machine and protecting Andreiko as they hid.

They'd then donned the white outfits from the unconscious scientists, masks covering their faces and disguising them well as they made their way to a large truck. 

But just as Katrina had opened the door, screams echoed through the warehouse.

"Deckard," Katrina muttered, knowing the sound of his voice.

Hattie turned to her.

"I'm gonna go get him and Hobbs, but you need to stay here with the machine and the truck."

"What?! Why? I'm a merc, Hattie, my aim is better than yours, I can help," Katrina protested.

"They're not going to kill me because I've got the virus, but one look at you and Brixton will put a bullet in you. You're our exit plan Kats, you're the music. I'm the showboat. Mick Jagger, remember?"

Katrina sighed.

"Fine. But you and Decks better come out of this without a scratch," Katrina said and Hattie hugged her.

"Promise."

And Katrina took the machine from Andreiko, who'd gone with Hattie as they left her to sit in the driver's seat, breathing slow as she went to hotwire the truck.

But she only grew more panicked as alarms began to sound.

"Come on. Come on," she said as the wires sparked.

And then the truck rumbled to life.

Hobbs then jumped into the passenger seat as Deckard and Hattie raced past in the off-roader they'd been brought in with.

"How much time we got left?" she asked as her foot hit the accelerator and the truck lurched forward as she turned it to chase after Deckard and Hattie.

"Not enough. Got Katrina and the machine," he then said into his earpiece, Katrina's heart hammering as footsteps sounded, indicating that someone was walking on the truck.

Someone being confirmed as Brixton when he jumped onto his bike and raced out in front of them after Hattie and Deckard.

"That sumbitch really is black superman," Hobbs commented as Katrina furrowed her brows in confusion and then came the heat.

Then came the heat as the bombs went off and the explosion raced for them, and Katrina knew they'd never make it to the exit in time.

"Little detour," she warned Hobbs before turning the wheel and directing the truck through the concrete wall, tires squealing as they burned against the floor.

"Nice one," Hobbs praised.

"Thank you, but we're not out of the woods yet," she said as she drove through a stone pillar, the explosion still coming behind them as she pushed the pedal to the floor.

"That's them there!" Hobbs pointed out as they watched Deckard and Hattie race along the beams of the warehouse above them, an attack drone chasing them, much like the one that started shooting them from in front of the truck.

Katrina only shifted gears as she went through it before shattering it and the stone wall behind it, the last barrier that she drove through before they were out in the open.

"Whoo!" Hobbs cheered as she smiled.

"They need back up. We're gonna trade some paint," Hobbs then informed her and Katrina knew exactly what he meant.

"Let's trade some paint."

And she shifted gears as she pressed the pedal to the floor.