Mr and Mrs Shaw (rewrite)

Chapter 17

"Owen, stay on your fucking side of the sky!" Katrina snapped through their comms.

Flying is truly freedom. And not flying in a plane or a chopper. Not flying like a skydive, but proper flying. Katrina's wingsuit was tight on her body as she zoomed through the sky. She and Owen were also nowhere near each other, but it felt so good having the three of them back together that she couldn't help but start bickering.

"My side?! You stay the fuck on yours!" Owen fired back.

"Shut up before I knock you both out of the fucking sky!" Deckard chastised.

"He's a grumpy sod, isn't he?" Owen asked his sister-in-law.

"Yeah, I haven't had a chance to loosen him up yet. I'll take that one," Katrina said.

"Fuck me," Deckard cursed.

"I'm trying to," Katrina returned.

"Ok, now I'm agreeing with Decks to shut up. I don't need to hear that," Owen spoke.

"Can you imagine if Hats was here?" Katrina asked. "You two would've crash-landed to escape us."

"Yes," they both answered in unison as Katrina let out a victorious laugh.

Katrina's blue eyes fixed themselves on the plane ahead of them. "Last one there pays for dinner!"

"Oi!" Deckard bellowed as his wife gunned her thrusters to the max as she made for the plane.

"Katrina, you're a fucking cheater!" Owen snarled as he and his brother chased after her.

"And you, O, are a sore loser!" she laughed. "HEY! Decks, that's not fair!" she complained as he banked a little and swooped past her.

"All is fair in love and war, darling," he returned as he was now closest to the plane.

"I'm glad you said that, Deckard," Owen said as he shot past both of them. He pressed the button on his shoulder that forced the door to the cargo bay open.

"Yeah, well, like fuck I'm losing to you two Nimrods!" Katrina returned as she pushed her thrusters even further before ditching her wingsuit entirely and rolling into the cargo bay.

Deckard landed next and Owen straight after as they discarded their suits and hit behind the crates with Katrina. Deckard was behind the crate in front of his wife and brother as they removed their helmets, Katrina shaking out her braid.

"Guess you're paying for dinner, little brother," Katrina teased as she nudged him with her shoulder as the door closed behind them.

"You two rigged that somehow," he insisted as she gave a small chuckle.

"Sore loser, O."

He playfully squeezed her into him in a hug.

"Alright enough games," Deckard chastised as he cocked his handgun. "Time to get down to business."

"Baby, must you always be so serious? The three of us are together again and we're about to finally put Cipher in the ground – smile. Today's a fucking good day," Katrina said. "Here."

Katrina handed Owen the handgun that she was holding for him.

"Thank you, Kats," he replied as he cocked it. Owen glanced at their surroundings. "This is a nice plane. I'm gonna enjoy having this."

"Hey, don't go getting any ideas. You and planes don't have a good history," Deckard chastised his little brother, Katrina smiling at his protectiveness.

"No shit," Owen agreed as he let his fear take hold of him for one second before pushing it down.

"Ok, let's go Scarface, Kats. These arseholes aren't going to kill themselves," Deckard said as he took point. He and Owen were armed with one gun while Katrina was armed with two.

Katrina was in the midst of hacking through the passkey on the metal doors, the brothers watching her back. She looked up when a beep sounded, thinking the door had opened, but Owen just nodded towards the security camera in the corner that had turned on.

"Surprise," Deckard grinned at it considering he was supposed to be dead, Katrina in jail and Owen in a coma in a black-site hospital.

"Hang on," Katrina said as she stuck a tool in her mouth, her fingers still working as she tugged at wires and probed at microchips. After a three count, the doors buzzed as they slid open.

Owen pushed Katrina's head down as he and his brother took care of the guards that came from the tunnel and from the stairwell.

The well-placed shots had five bodies on the floor in a matter of seconds as Katrina stood upright. She tossed her tools as she drew her guns and turned to Owen as she cocked one of them. "Get to the pilot. He's got the second key," she instructed him.

"Got it," he assured her.

"And wait for our signal. It's gotta be done at the same time," Deckard said as he reached out a fist. Katrina held her breath as Owen hesitated for a moment.

He pressed his gloved fist to his brother's as his scarred face nodded at Deckard. "Give Cipher my regards."

"You got it, O," Deckard promised and the three of them split up. Owen went up the stairs towards the cockpit whilst they headed for the secured room at the end of the plane.

"Only took the two of you like six fucking years to get along," Katrina remarked as they moved, the woman sliding down onto her knees as she moved past Deckard to shoot the two men running at them straight in the forehead.

"Darling, don't ruin the moment, please."

"Only because you asked so nicely," she smiled as she got back up to her feet.

Her husband smirked at her. "Time to kill a ghost."