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I walk through my small apartment in, Bren, Switzerland. After the heist in Brazil, I decided to lay low, and just enjoy my life, with street food, and street races.
I enter the kitchen, and I feel someone watching me. I keep walking anyway, but I continue to feel eyes on me.
I pick up a glass, and pour some water in it, and I sense someone right behind me, so I swing my right hand, at full force, but it's blocked, so I punch the person straight in the face, with my left hand. The person stumbles back, and I take my leg and swipe his feet beneath him.
Once, he's down, I calmly grab my gun, which was tapped under a cupboard, near me, and point it at him.
"Who are you?" I question. I look st him, and he looks like he's in his early 20s, just a year or two older then me.
"There's no need for that." Hobbs voice comes from the living room sofa, which had a clear view of the kitchen, as it was only separated by the kitchen counter.
"Seriously?" I ask him, annoyed. "You sent Boy Scout for me? You thought he could fight me?"
"You took him by surprise." He tells him.
"I took him by surprise?" I repeat in disbelief. "He was supposed to take me by surprise."
"You guys know, that I'm still here right?" Newbie's voice comes from the floor, and I roll my eyes.
"It's his first time in the field." Hobbs tells me, and I walk over to him, stepping over newbie.
"You don't say." I say.
"And to answer your question, no, I didn't think he could take you." Hobbs gets up from the sofa.
"Thanks, boss." Newbie, walks out of the kitchen.
"We're not here to arrest you." Hobbs tells me.
"Well, forgive me, if you breaking into my apartment, gave me the wrong idea." I tell him.
"I need you to tell me where Dom is." Hobbs says.
I give him a small laugh, and fall into the sofa. "Well, then you might as well arrest me." Then I give him a sarcastic smile. "Oh, wait you can't. We're in Switzerland."
"This is important." He says.
"That's what my high school teacher said about cell division." I tell him. "And, I'm doing just fine without knowing it."
