Hey everyone, this is a sequel to my first story 'I Don't Care' so make sure to read that first and enjoy!
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After helping Dom and his team with everything (Y/n) and Deckard slowly fell apart, no one really knew why they just did. Until one day th...
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"Спасибо" I smiled at the taxi driver before closing the door and stretching, taking the rest of the way on foot. Thank you.
I found the motorcycle Luke stored for me, starting it and heading to the address I was given.
I got off, staring at the big blue mansion in front of me and sighed.
What the fuck has he gotten himself into now.
I walked up to the door, entering as it was already open.
However when I did I was greeted by men hanging from the ceiling, about six girls standing around them.
I ducked out of the way as one of them came at me. Using a metal pipe I found on the ground I knocked her unconscious.
I then kicked another one, using a broken chair as a weapon, bringing it down on her head, also knocking her out cold.
I swung a high kick to one of the others, making sure my heel hit her straight in the head, pushing her into a wall. I then used the metal pipe to smash her on the head, watching her fall to the ground.
"What on earth is going on here?!" I turned, still holding the pipe, while breathing heavily to see a Russian girl.
I recognised her from my research as Margarita or Madam M.
"Ya know Luke if this is the greeting I get I think I'll go back to being a recluse thanks" I smirked, throwing the pipe to the ground.
I felt my face pale, breathing becoming harder as I stared into the eyes of the man I still love who stood beside Luke.
"Deckard" I said, breaking the awkward silence, though he just kept staring.
"(Y/n)" he finally said, only breaking eye contact to look around the room at the damage I did.
"Wow, your friend is quite impressive, I might hire her" Margarita said amused.
"Thanks sweetheart but I'll pass, I'm only here for a favour" I said, walking over to Luke and hugging him tight.
"How have you been?" He asked.
"Well I was splendid until I got your call" I smirked making him laugh.
"How about you? And Sammy, how's my gorgeous niece, still a trouble maker like her dad?" I asked smiling.
"We're both good, though she's to much like you and it's scary" he said and I laughed, suiting my proud Aunty smirk.
"Niece?" A girl with blonde hair asked. "Wait... are you two brother and sister?"
"Mm Hmm, the names (Y/n) Hobbs, and you are...?" I asked.
"Hattie Shaw" she smiled, my eyes widening.
"I see, nice to meet you Hattie" I said.
"So how do you know my brother?" She asked curiously.
"We... uh... dated" I answered uneasily, the room filling with tension again.
"You let her go" she said to Deckard. "Your an idiot."
I snickered, covering my mouth with my hand to cover the smirk.
"I like you" I said amused. "We're going to get along well."
"Oh great" I heard Deckard mutter making me chuckle.
"So what have you done now Luke?" I asked, turning back to my brother.
"Actually, this is my fault. I have a virus injected in me, and have a super human named Brixton after us" she informed.
"Virus. Superhuman" I said nodding. "Fucking hell is it too late to go back to France?"
Luke and Hattie laughed and I joined in a little, still taking in what's happened.
"You said the guys name is Brixton right?" I asked and Hattie nodded. "I've actually heard of him, I had to do some research a while ago on him. I'm guessing he's after the virus?"
"Yeah, but we have a plan" Deckard said.
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"Breaking into Eteon? That's your fucking plan?" I asked as we all crowded around a table.
"We need to find the C17 viral extraction machine. Could be anywhere" Deckard said.
"That facility is three square miles of research labs" I explained.
"Yeah and it's a powder keg packed with munitions" Luke added.
"We've got to pull a Mick Jagger" Hattie said to Deckard.
"Well this sounds like a fun game" Luke said.
"We are not getting you on the inside" Deckard said.
"When Deck and I were kids we used to spend our time coming up with these grifts. A Mick Jagger was a job that required one person to showboat to draw all the eyes while the others made the music. A typical inside job" Hattie explained. "Guys, you heard Andreiko. They have to use the extraction machine, so they'll take me right to it. No, I can do it. We can do it."
"So now the only question is how to ring Eteon's dinner bell" Luke commented.
"Oh, I can handle that part" Margarita said. "But first, let's get you geared up."
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Margarita had just given us all equipment to help us get through this suicide mission.
I saw Luke and Hattie talking so I decided to leave them be.
I walked into the other room to see Deckard looking really worried, loading some weapons.
I sighed, walking over and grabbing some throwing knives, not making eye contact.
"She'll be fine Deckard" I said, still not making eye contact.
There was a silent pause before he continued what he was doing.
"I hope so" he replied.
"We'll make sure of it" I said, grabbing a shotgun before walking off.
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The three of us walked out the door being greeted by a chopper.
"I got shotgun" Luke said.
"I got shotgun" Deckard said.
"No, no, no. Don't start. I got shotgun" Luke said seriously.
"Actually I got shotgun" I said, showing my gun and walking off in front of them to the chopper.
