𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 - 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚠

Operation Extraction

Owen's POV

We watched as Brixton approached, grabbing both my sister-in-law and my wife. I couldn't help but notice Decks' reaction—his fists were clenched, his jaw locked tight, and there was a fire burning in his eyes, barely contained. Watching anyone lay hands on his wife made him a different person, and it wasn't pretty. I stepped up next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Decks, they'll be okay. Both of them will."

Decks exhaled sharply, voice quieter than usual. "I'm so worried about her, Owen. I want her to have a wonderful pregnancy, a baby shower, everything. Yet here we are, fighting ghosts from the past. My kids... I can't bear the thought of anything happening to her." He swallowed hard. "I love Hattie and I miss her, but I need this to be over."

I nodded, understanding the weight on his shoulders. "You're gonna be a great dad, Decks. I know you worry about being like our old man, but you're nothing like him. Neither am I. And besides, Isa would kick our asses if we even thought about it."

Deck let out a rough chuckle. "Damn right, she would."

"Let's finish this and get out of here."

Deck nodded, and I added with a smirk, "Plus, I'll be the fun uncle."

Deck rolled his eyes. "Okay, Scarface, let's save our stubborn sister and keep Hobbs from flirting with her."

I laughed, and we both walked out to find Hobbs waiting for us, leaning against the wall like he had all the time in the world. Decks, preoccupied, was tapping away on his high-tech, unhackable phone—designed by Isa, who I had a soft spot for. I leaned in beside him and glanced at Hobbs. "So, Hobbs, what do you like to do for fun? Nightclubs? Casual relationships?"

Hobbs looked at me as if I had insulted his mother. "Uh, I haven't been that guy since my divorce."

I smirked. "Sorry, Hobbs."

"It's fine. But for the record, I just met your sister, and while I like her, I'm not gonna date her. She wants to climb Mount Man, and I'd happily support her in that."

I felt my protective instincts flare up. "Stay away from my sister. If you so much as kiss her, I will hunt you down."

Hobbs held my gaze, unfazed. "Noted."

I turned to Deck. "Do we still have that drone to spy on Hobbs?"

Deck laughed. "Yeah, we do."

We boarded the plane. As usual, Hobbs was being Hobbs, Deckard was being Deckard, and the two of them bickered like brothers. I rolled my eyes. "Shut it! We need to save Hattie and Isabella and stop this damn virus. We can't do that if all these American and British muscles keep arguing like five-year-olds."

Hobbs smirked. "That's the smartest thing you've said, Shaw."

I winked at him. "Thanks, Hobbs."

"Take it back."

I laughed. "Nope."

Deck smirked. "I don't know about that, Scarface. You couldn't say no to Cipher, you can't even pick up a date, and you call Isa every time to fix your phone."

"All true, but at least I'm not going bald."

Deck glared at me, while Hobbs burst out laughing.

The pilot's voice crackled over the radio. "Entering the drop zone!"

Deck looked at us, determination in his eyes. "Ready?"

Hobbs and I nodded. "Yeah, we're ready."

I grinned. "You're such a dad, Deck."

Deckard scowled. "On my three—"

Before he could finish, Hobbs yanked the lever, ejecting Deck out of the plane. I died laughing as Decks's furious voice crackled over the comms. "HOBBS, YOU ASSHOLE!"

I followed right behind him, diving through the sky. Hobbs pulled his chute first, and I did the same. The descent was smooth, but once we hit the ground, the real action began.

We moved through the jungle terrain, silently taking out guards one by one. Once the path was clear, we reached the back of the base. Hobbs planted explosives while Decks and I covered him.

"Tell you what," Hobbs muttered. "We ain't gonna be here when this thing goes off."

"Obviously," I said. "We get to wipe out this whole base, so it's party time for Eteon's cleanup crew."

Deck was checking his watch, ignoring us. "Hattie and Isabella are 400 yards through there. They're in some kind of medical pod, but I can't see my wife."

I cracked my knuckles, ready for whatever was coming. "Then let's go save them and beat the hell out of Eteon."

Hobbs' voice turned serious. "Timer's set for 45 minutes. Get in, get out."

"And blow this death factory to pieces," Deck added. "And no guns in the hallway."

I groaned. "Come on, Deck! They have your wife, sister, and unborn children!"

Deck shot me a glare. "Owen, I'm aware. But we need some of them alive for the retinal scanner at the end of the hallway. Pick a door."

Deck pointed to one. "I'm taking this one."

"Nope, that's mine," Hobbs countered.

"What's the matter, Hobbs? Got a bad feeling?" I teased.

Deckard, already annoyed, placed the retinal scanner on the door. "I made a mistake. This is your door."

"Oh no, no backsies," Hobbs said, smirking. "You got a lot of bad guys behind that door?"

"Getting cold feet, brother?" I added.

Deckard smirked. "Watch and learn. I never get cold feet."

I couldn't resist. "You did at your wedding."

Deck shot me a murderous look before shoving the door open. Inside, a massive man who looked eerily like Hobbs stepped forward, twirling a wrench. Hobbs cracked his knuckles. "Guess it ain't my long-lost twin."

The man lunged, but Hobbs ducked and landed a brutal uppercut. The guy dropped like a sack of bricks. "Anyone gonna help?" Hobbs asked.

I grinned. "Nope, you got this, big guy."

Meanwhile, Decks was tearing through enemies, smashing one through a glass panel. I whipped out my phone and started recording. Deck caught me mid-fight and flipped me off.

We finally reached the retinal scanner, dropping unconscious guards in front of it until the right one unlocked the door.

But as soon as we stepped forward, Eteon's soldiers and Brixton were waiting—guns aimed, ready. Three soldiers approached and struck us with the butts of their rifles. My vision blurred as I hit the ground.

Darkness swallowed me whole.

We were out cold.

Author Note
Owen Shaw is pure chaos, and I had a blast writing his voice. Poor Hobbs and Decks—he keeps them on their toes! Who do you want to see next for the POV shift? Hobbs, Brixton, Hattie, or Isabella? Let me know what you think!