"Shaw lives in a world that doesn't play by your rules. And neither does she," Mr Nobody said as he turned to where Katrina's picture had been brought up on the screen. "Remember her? She's the one who held an AK-47 machine gun to your face?"

"Katrina. She's working with Shaw."

Nobody smiled. "Not only is she working with Shaw. She's married to him."

"Married?"

"Say hello to Katrina Shaw. Like Ramsey, there's not much on her besides a name, a face and her spouse, we don't even have their wedding date. She's a gun for hire and we discovered that one of her clients paid her by removing all traces of her from every database worldwide. They say nothing is ever truly deleted; she was. She's even more a shadow than he is. But you want to know how to kill a shadow?"

"How?"

"You shine a little light on it. If you get the God's Eye for me, I've already got authorization for you to use until you get Mr and Mrs Shaw. You go from the hunted to the hunter and there's no place on earth that they can hide from you. More importantly, you and your family, don't go to any more funerals. You get Ramsey, you get the God's eye, you get Shaw. Well, that's the wind-up and the pitch. Now that I've given you this incredibly sensitive and highly classified information, what are you going to do Toretto?"

"I think you already know what I'm going to do."

"Good."

"But it'll be my way. And my crew."

Nobody gave Toretto a smirk as he said, "I assumed you'd say that. Which is why I've taken the liberty of gathering your team."

He gestured out of the window to where two SUVs rolled in and Dom's family got out.

Now it was time to make a plan, a plan that was being overheard by none other than the Shaw's.

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"Tracker is back online. And so is the audio," Katrina announced proudly, drawing out the second sentence as she completed the task and voices filtered out through the speakers of the computer as the soundwaves were displayed on the screen.

Deckard braced one arm on the back of Katrina's chair and the other on the desk as they listened to the voice of Mr Frank Petty, covert government operative, as he pitched a mission to Toretto in order to find them.

Katrina munched on the chips she had in a bowl next to her as she pulled her bare feet up onto the chair, heels discarded under the computer desk, a setup she had present in every one of their safe houses worldwide.

"Brilliant idea, putting the tracker and a microphone on that necklace of his, darling," Deckard praised as he kissed her hair and she smiled proudly as she chewed.

That was when they heard Dom and his team bickering about their plan, and Katrina perked up when she heard where they were going.

"We get to use Shelly, don't we?" she asked her husband eagerly.

"We get to use Shelly," Deckard confirmed with a smile.

"Yes!" Katrina exclaimed as she turned back to the computer and began downloading an intel packet on Mose Jakande, the terrorist that Dom was going after, as well as mapping out a route to intercept them.

"Guns or grenade launchers?" Deckard asked from behind her, his breath hot on her ear as her fingers ceased their typing.

"Why not both?" she smirked at her husband who pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

"I love the way you think darling."

"That's not the only thing you love about me," she hummed in a low voice as her eyes stayed focused on his lips.

His arm wrapped around her waist as he pulled her flush with his chest, her hands moving around his neck as she knelt in the chair.

"You darn right, because I love everything about you."

And their lips met in a heated kiss as Katrina wrapped her legs around Deckard's waist.