Chapter 1

The air was so clean here. The sand was white, the breeze was light and the ocean waves were soothing. It was in fact as close to Heaven on Earth as she could imagine. Everything seemed centered, focused, and finally peaceful. As she sat on her beach towel enjoying the sunset, Letty noticed that the colors were more vibrant this evening. She found fascination in the amazing hughes of reds and purples as the colors danced in front of her. Life had been great for several months now, she had her memory back, her husband back, her family back, her life back. Or did she….

CIA BLACK LEVEL Detention Site, Undisclosed location….

"He's crashing!" the doctor yelled from the detention cell where Deckard Shaw had just finished his dinner. "Get me the Epinephrine, 10cc stat!' It's definitely anaphylaxis." The syringe entered his vein harshly, there was no need for consideration of Deckard Shaw's body. After all, he was one of the world's most lethal assassins. "CPR, now!" the doctor demands as two guards enter the cell to assist. "Relax doc, no one will give a shit if he croaks" the guard chuckles from behind his mask. "The world will be a better place."

DSS Office LA….

Luke Hobbs was once again sitting in the dark, at his desk way later than normal business hours. He was stamping paper, yet again. It was his weekend to pick up his daughter and he was rather excited. Looking at his watch, he began to close down his laptop for the night and gather his things, making sure his gun was on his hip this time. Ever since the first time he had met Deckard Shaw, in his office, during that surprise attack, he never went anywhere without his trusty sidearm, not even the toilet. He'd learned his lesson and would never let his guard down again.

He felt his phone vibrate in his pants pocket and reached for it. The screen read Elaina Neves. "Hey woman, you get my munchkin yet?" Hobbs asked playfully answering the phone. "You know it old man." The playful voice snapped back. "We are going for pizza, what time are you going to meet us?" "I'll be there at 7:30, get the deep dish please" Hobbs smiled. A beep rang in his ear, a second call was coming in. "You got it boss, see you then" Elaina disconnected and Hobbs smiled as he answered the second line.

"Hobbs." His standard greeting. "Agents Hobbs, yes this is Doctor Rybeck from the CIA Holding facility. I'm calling to inform you that Mr. Shaw passed away tonight in his cell from an unknown allergic reaction to something we presumed he ate." Hobbs was skeptical. "He did now did he? That's a crying shame" Hobbs stated flatly. He was rather disappointed as he could no longer take solace in the fact that Shaw was going crazy being caged up like a lab rat. "Um yes sir, the doctor stated." I'll finalize the paperwork so his body can be, um disposed of, or whatever" Dr. Rybeck stated. Hobbs sighed. Something didn't settle right with it. The world's biggest bad ass just kicks the bucket, in his cell, from an allergic reaction? It was too simple, but maybe karma had just plain caught up to the asshole. Finally resigning to the fact that this chapter of his life was over, Hobbs sighed and simply replied, "Thank you for the notice Dr. Rybeck' disconnecting the line.

It was pizza time. His daughter and his girlfriend were waiting. A man he considered to be a waste of oxygen was dead, and after all, it was Friday. Life was pretty good. Hobbs locked his office and set off for the Pizza joint.