My Agent

46.8

The room buzzes with tension, an invisible wire pulled tight between Luke and Deckard. The atmosphere crackles as Luke glares at Deckard, his voice cutting through the heavy silence.

"Ah, my day just got a whole hell of a lot better," Luke says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Luke gestures toward Deckard, locking eyes with Mr. Nobody. "Mr. Nobody, you wanna tell me why you just put me in a room with this tea and crumpets eating, criminal sumbitch?"

"What a big mouth on a small head, coming from Prisoner 6753," Deckard taunts as his lips curl into a faint smirk, the picture of unbothered confidence. Letty steps forward, her gaze as sharp as a blade.

"Don't think we've forgotten everything that you've done," Letty says, her voice low and brimming with disdain. Tej stands beside her, arms crossed in solidarity.

"We are not teaming up with this guy," Tej says firmly, shaking his head in disbelief. Deckard's smirk deepens as he surveys the room.

"Let's get one thing clear," Deckard responds, his British accent adding a sharp edge to his words. "I ain't on your team." Deckard's gaze sweeps from Tej to the rest of the crew. "I don't care about you, your crew, or your little family. I'm here for Cipher."

"What are you gonna do, apply for a job? Head Asshole?" Luke barks out a laugh, stepping closer.

"You know, I think that tight T-shirt is cutting off the circulation to your brain. You should get a bigger size," Deckard doesn't miss a beat. The insult lands, but Luke brushes it off with a snort. Deckard takes a step toward the table, his smirk fading as his expression hardens. "Cipher came to me first. Wanted me to steal Nightshade for her. When I said no, she went after my brother." At the mention of Owen Shaw, Mr. Nobody interjects, his tone light but calculated.

"Ah, yes, brother Owen," Mr. Nobody says, pressing a button on his remote. Owen's profile flickers to life on a screen behind him. "Who could forget him, huh? Former hell-raiser and current guest at a nasty little black site prison." Deckard's jaw tightens, his fury barely contained.

"Cipher corrupted him and left him for dead," Deckard says, his voice low and dangerous. "So, if I get a shot to take her down, believe me, Flex, I'm taking it."

Deckard circles the table, his path aimed directly at Luke. Little Nobody shifts uncomfortably, his hand hovering over his holstered gun.

"You're taking my boot right up your ass, is what you're taking," Luke growls, stepping around Mr. Nobody to close the distance. Mr. Nobody quickly moves between them, his hands raised in a show of peace.

"Guys, guys," Mr. Nobody says, his voice calm but firm. "The fastest way to find Cipher is through Toretto." The room goes still. Everyone's focus shifts to Mr. Nobody as he continues. "Now, aside from myself, there are only two men in the world who've ever managed to track Toretto down with any success. And guess what?" Mr. Nobody pauses, his gaze flicking between Luke and Deckard. "They're both standing in front of me right now. So, like it or not, you two are gonna work together. You got that?"

Luke and Deckard exchange a look, their mutual disdain palpable, but Mr. Nobody doesn't wait for their answer.

"I'm gonna take that as a yes," Mr. Nobody adds with a satisfied nod.

"Am I the only one seeing this?" Roman interjects, his incredulous tone breaking the tension.

"Oh, this ought to be good," Little Nobody quips, rolling his eyes. Roman ignores him, raising a finger as if delivering a stroke of genius.

"Use God's Eye," Roman suggests, looking at the team. "We put our lives on the line, running around the world trying to figure this thing out. It can find anybody, right? Let's use it to find Dom."