Mr and Mrs Shaw (rewrite)

Chapter 5

You know, there are crazy plans, and then there are suicidal plans. The plan to drive cars out of a plane and parachute them onto the mountain road they were transporting Ramsey through was a plan so stupidly crazy and suicidal that only Dominic Toretto and his team could come up with it.

And it was going well. 4 out of the 5 of them made it to the motorcade (Roman was still floating in the air from his parachute) and Brian had successfully gotten Ramsey out of the motorcade. Getting her to safety was another thing though.

She was currently lying on the hood of Dominic Toretto's car which was a hybrid between a muscle car and an armoured car. They were trying to get her inside through the roof as the car was speeding down the road behind the bus.

Meanwhile, back at the Agency's compound, a soldier was tracking a vehicle that definitely wasn't supposed to be there. "Sir, we have an unidentified vehicle approaching the field."

Mr Nobody, made his way to the screen as he surveyed the analysis of the modified custom armoured car that was heading for Dom and his crew. "Well, well, well, welcome to the party Mr and Mrs Shaw, " he said as he watched the satellite feed and observed as the armoured car the Shaws called Shelly rammed into Dom's as Ramsey screamed. Her grip on the car was coming loose.

Katrina Shaw let out an amused laugh as her husband rammed into the car again. "She would've fallen by now if I was driving."

Deckard gave her a blank look. "You drove Shelly last time, baby. Now it's my turn." He rammed their car into Toretto's for the third time and their chances to kill Ramsey faded as Toretto boosted her onto the roof and into the car.

Then he turned the tables around as he rammed into them, forcing them into the trees and down the mountain.

Yet, as they went, weaving around the trees and ploughing some down, Dom wasn't the only car they had to compete with. Turns out Toretto couldn't even do his job properly and failed to take out the security detail that surrounded the motorcade. And now two of them were following them.

"Time for you to shine, darling," Deckard said as the SUV and the Sedan closed in on them.

"Took you long enough," she huffed as she took off her seatbelt, her husband rolling his eyes at him. She opened the windows on the roof as she threaded her body through the hole. Deckard was driving as steady as possible as his wife braced her feet on her seat, her French braid flapping in the wind, a grenade launcher braced on her shoulder.

Katrina exhaled a slow breath before she pressed the trigger and watched as the grenade went shooting through the windscreen of the SUV. She counted the seconds before she watched it go up in flames and she let out a victorious laugh before she sank back into her seat.

"Nice shot darling," Deckard praised as she climbed back inside the car, watching as Toretto ran the Sedan into a tree.

"Thank you," she smiled as she strapped in, just in time for the cars to fly of a ramp-like edge along the mountain, all of them floating in their seats. They were airborne for a split second, Katrina gripping tight to her harness before they crashed back to the ground.

"Kats, you good?" he checked, both hands on the steering wheel and a beanie on his head.

"I'm good, Decks," she promised as she reached for her guns, specifically her Uzi submachine gun. She'd just cocked it, ready to stick herself out of the roof again and take out Toretto, at least until she saw what was in front of them. "Decks, there's a cliff. Decks! CLIFF!"

She closed her eyes for that one, so ready for the moment when Deckard and Toretto were staring at each other rather than where they were going and went straight off a cliff. Thankfully, it never came as both men jerked their wheels to the left, Toretto's car riding the edge as Shelly pressed next to him.

Her adrenaline was beginning to go down as Deckard began to try and push Toretto off the cliff, but the fifth member of his crew, Roman, ruined it.

His silver car came out of nowhere as he rear-ended them. Katrina dropped her gun as she braced herself for the next hit, but it didn't come from the back. Dom hit their car on the side and Shelly was the one that went tumbling off the edge of the cliff, Deckard and Katrina rattling around inside.

She couldn't even scream as the car rolled and their bodies flailed. Their front windscreen was knocked loose as dirt, sticks and mud came flying through the gap, and their eyes squeezed shut before they finally crashed to a stop.

The car was on its side as they regained their bearings, Katrina's door the one that was impossible to open as it was pressed to the ground.

"Kats, you alright? Talk to me. Baby, talk to me," Deckard pleaded as he reached over to hold her face, alarmed by the sight of blood dripping from her eyebrow.

"I'm ok. I'm good," she promised him, mostly just a little dizzy from one too many tumbles down the hill.

"You sure? Don't fucking lie to me, Kats."

"I'm sure," she persisted.

"Ok," he relented after a time. "Then let's do this."

Katrina cut through her seatbelts as Deckard pushed his door open and off its broken hinges. This is exactly why they brought Shelly. Good as a battering ram and even better at keeping them safe should something like this happen.

Deckard pulled himself out of the car before catching the gear bag his wife tossed up. He set it down before he reached both his hands inside, and he literally pulled Katrina out of the car. He made sure she was steady on her feet before grabbing the gear bag and they began running.

Katrina pulled out the first two pieces of the sniper rifle as Deckard grabbed the third. His wife assembled her pieces before tossing the gun to him and he traded her the bag. He added the third piece before Katrina pulled the last one out of the bag and they swapped for the last time, their legs burning as they ran faster. Katrina put the gun together before Deckard pulled out a range finder and ditched the bag.

As they reached their vantage point, Katrina set up the stands as she positioned the sniper rifle and Deckard peering through the ranger finder.

"140 metres. Wind, 29.9 kilometres per hour, to the west. Adjust 3 degrees," he read out for her as the mercenary adjusted her aim. Yet, it was a pointless endeavour when Dom revved his engine and kicked up a dust cloud as he circled his car on the sandy edge of the mountain.

"Fire on my mark!" called a dark-skinned man who was clearly in charge as he wielded no weapon and commanded the small army that faced Toretto.

"Interesting," Deckard commented as Katrina aimed again. The man, Mose Jakande, counted down from three as the dust cloud faded to reveal Toretto's car facing the cliff.

They opened fire and Toretto drove off the cliff, Katrina packing up the rifle as they missed their shot.

"Is he alive?" Deckard asked his wife who pulled out her phone, the tracking data from Toretto's necklace accessible on the device as he took the rifle from her.

"Pulse is strong, didn't even pass out. He's fine, and likely so is she," she read, frowning as she looked back down at the group of men who were surveying the crash from the edge of the cliff.

Deckard snapped her out of her trance as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her to him. She placed her hands on his chest to catch her balance. "What do you say we have a nice dinner, bottle of red wine and perhaps a hot bath, then we make some new friends?" he asked before he looked down to the group of men that had lost Ramsey.

Katrina followed his gaze. "You read my mind Decks."

He pecked her lips before tucking the folded-up rifle under his arm, his other, gripping Katrina's hand. "Let's go."