Author's Note: Hey guys. I really hope you're enjoying this! I do have a plan for where this is going, and an idea for a follow up, sort of my own 9 and 10. I love reading your reviews and knowing people are enjoying my story :) I hope you enjoy this chapter. There is plenty of action in this one.

"So, where exactly are we going?" Roman asked as they filed out of the elevator into the parking garage later that morning.

Mr. Nobody had arranged a couple of cars, some rentals booked under the same false names and identifications they'd used to check into the hotel. For now, that would be enough to stay off of Cipher's radar. She no longer had the God's Eye and odds were that they'd beaten her into the country by at least a day. Still, there was no telling how long that would last. They needed to get to Nelani Singh before Cipher did and the leads on the woman pointed them in the direction of some of Jakarta's biggest players. People with a lot of money.

Unlike their trip to Abu Dhabi, this didn't mean dressing everyone up and getting invited to a party. This was the dark underbelly of the world of the wealthy. Mr. Nobody had pointed them in the direction of an underground casino and fighting ring. They would find Ms. Singh there, but none of it would be easy.

They already stood out in the Southeast Asian country as it was, and though tourists were hardly uncommon in the city, they didn't need to be drawing attention to themselves. That might be harder for some of the group than for others.

Waiting until they were in the car, Dom turned to look at Roman in the rear seat. "We're going to get some cars and a few other things, so we can head to the location Mr. Nobody told us about."

"Why do we need cars?" Roman asked. "We're gambling, right? Not driving."

Letty laughed briefly from the passenger seat. "Did you read any of the information about this place?" she asked him. "Gambling is super illegal here. You could end up in prison for years."

"What?" Roman scoffed. "For placing a bet?"

"We're not gambling," Dom said. "But just going into this place is dangerous. Now, a lot of these people will be foreigners, or locals with a ridiculous amount of money. Odds are, these places stay in operation because the money falls in the right hands. But if there is a raid, we gotta get out fast."

"And what?" Roman asked. "We're just gonna… stroll right in there like we belong? Cause I mean, I dunno about y'all, but Hobbs doesn't really look like the type to mingle with the rich and famous, if you know what I'm saying."

Letty smothered a smirk, exchanging a glance with her husband. "And you do?" she asked Roman.

"Roman Pearce is smooth," he replied, settling back in his seat. "I am a man with class. Trust me, Letty."

"Don't you worry about it," Dom said. "Tej came up with a plan. You'll get to be real smooth, Roman."

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"So, uh," Roman said as they stood in the warehouse a bit later. "Anyone want to explain to me why there's only two cars here?" he asked. "Or why one of them…. Is that?" He indicated the luxury town car with no mild amount of disdain.

"But Roman," Tej said. "That's your car."

"My car?" Disbelief was clear in Roman's voice.

"It fits your role perfectly."

Roman looked dubious as he studied the vehicle. "Well… it is luxury. I can see how that clearly fits with my role. Though it's a little…"

"Low key?" Tej suggested.

"Boring," Roman finished.

"We're not looking to draw attention," Ramsey put in from beside them.

"So… what is my role exactly?" Roman asked. "Playboy billionaire?"

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"I seriously cannot believe you made me the damn driver," Roman complained for perhaps the tenth time. "That isn't even in the orbit of billionaire!"

"Sure it is," Tej replied. "You're in the orbit of the billionaire you're driving around."

"Yeah. Great. I get to drive you and Ramsey around, like that doesn't just add insult to injury. Why can't we switch roles?" he whined.

"One," Tej said. "Because you are anything but subtle and we need to blend in at this event. And two, aren't you always bragging about how you're a better driver than me?"

Roman scowled, but was willing to agree to that second point. "Why can't I switch with Dom, then?"

"I refer back to point one,"Tej told him. "Suck it up Rome. This is your role. And only you can do it. So fix the tie on your monkey suit and stop complaining."

Roman muttered to himself, but stopped arguing when Ramsey stepped up to fix his tie for him, offering a little grin.

"Besides," she told him. "If anything goes wrong you're the cavalry. I have a feeling you're the perfect man for the job."

Ego soothed, he smiled at her, offering Tej a victorious little smirk.

"I gotta say, girl," his eyes slid over her. "You're looking particularly fine today."

"Of course you would," she said with a roll of her eyes, fiddling at the sparkly crop top and black fitted skirt. "I look like a flavor of the week."

"A spoiled flavor of the week," Tej put in. "The jewelry you've got on alone is worth 10,000 dollars."

"Jesus," she muttered, looking down at the bracelet on her wrist and the oversized ring on her right hand. "Now I'm afraid to wear it!"

"It will be fine," Letty said as she came to join them. "Most of the people in the place are disgustingly rich too, right?"

She looked up to find them all staring at her and frowned, crossing her arms in front of her. "What? This isn't even the first time you've seen me in a dress now."

She'd put on a sleeveless bias-cut dress that was just asymmetrical enough to be interesting, in black with a dark, bold floral and a high slit up the left leg. Her dark hair was pulled up, braided along one side then gathered into a high ponytail to show off the earrings, dangling gold set with bright blue gems.

"Yeah but… damn," Roman whistled. She glared at him.

"How come Letty isn't dressed like a tart but I am?" Ramsey complained.

"Because that is not her character," Tej explained. "She's just obviously wealthy in her own right, see?" he explained. "You can't tell unless you're also rich, how much that dress costs and those earrings. Plus she obviously had someone else do her hair…"

"You are way too into this," Letty told him. "And where did we get all this stuff?"

"I made some calls for the clothes," he said, grinning. "What can I say? I have taste. As for the jewelry, it's on loan. Mr. Nobody has a big stash of stuff pretty much anywhere you could go. Mostly recovered from criminals. I'm sure those belonged to some arms dealer's wife or something."

"How about we talk about the fact that you got me a Mercedes to drive," Dom said, coming up behind his wife. Like Tej, he was dressed in well tailored slacks and a dress shirt. He didn't look entirely comfortable, but it was certainly worth it to see Letty all dressed up again.

"A Mercedes AMG GT," Tej put in. "It is fast and it is luxury. And Cipher won't look at it and think, ah yes, it's those assholes from LA I really am trying to kill."

Letty laughed softly. "He's got a point," she said, tilting her head to grin up at Dom. "Or you could… always switch with Roman and take the town car."

"Ugh, no thanks."

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The place they pulled up at later that evening didn't look at all like what it concealed. Perhaps rather an exclusive nightclub, what with the security at the door.

The Mercedes pulled up first and Dom got out, passing the keys to a valet as one of the security guards held the passenger door for Letty. Her dark gaze swept over their carefully tailored suits, snagging on the guns tucked beneath well-made jackets.

Dom's hand went to her waist as they stepped inside. Beyond another security check where people were relinquishing their phones. The place was dimly lit and full, but not so packed that you couldn't move. People around them were dressed as they were, for a night out at a club, not the opera. Even so, it was easy to pick the mistresses and wealthy women out from the dancers and escorts.

Against one wall a group of men were smoking something or other, speaking in low voices. A table nearby had a poker game going. But no one this near the doorway was placing any bets. Here they played for fun, enjoying drinks and cigars.

Some people were making use of the dance floor that dominated the space. There were a lot of foreigners, but plenty of Indonesians around as well. They moved through the crowd, then took a staircase at the far end of the room.

Down here the real games were played. With cards and dice and thick wads of cash being slid across tables. Security was everywhere, and the workers at the tables were dressed equally as sharp, shirtsleeves rolled up, matching burgundy vests. Here the scent of perfume cut through the haze of smoke, men and women together crowded around the tables. Letty scanned their faces.

"I don't see her," she murmured.

"She might be in the back, where they run the fights," Tej's voice was in her ear. "We're on our way in. You two should blend. Mingle."

"Great," she sighed, curling her hand around Dom's arm.

"Let's get some drinks," he suggested, his own hand curving against her hip as he guided her towards the long bar that took up one side of the area.

Upstairs Tej and Ramsey made their entrance, shadowed by Hobbs' hulking figure. Roman drove the car around back, complaining through the comms about having the shit role, as everyone fought not to roll their eyes. Ramsey did her best to hang on Tej's arm, looking bored. Passing through security, then made their way straight through to the back.

A fight was already going on when they came into the room, and the crowd was into it, cheering and shouting as the two opponents went at each other in what would certainly not be considered honorable, clean fighting. Ramsey had to force herself not to look away, but she winced a little bit when one fighter's fist connected with the nose of another. Then there was a lot of blood.

"There's the man in charge," Tej said, indicating a dark-skinned man sitting at one side of the ring. He was wearing a flashy suit and flanked by several scantily dressed women.

"How can you tell?" Ramsey asked. "I really didn't expect him to look so… cliche."

He chuckled under his breath. "Come on. And keep your eyes peeled for Singh. Odds are she's working for this guy somehow. She might be close."

"Or maybe she just came here to fight," Hobbs said. "Her file said she was something of an expert."

"Well she's not in the ring," Tej said. "So let's stick with the plan."

One of the guards stopped them before they could get anywhere near the man in charge. Tej inquired about entering a fighter for the night and with a brief, appraising look at Hobbs, the guard showed them over towards the boss.

The boss, Leo, grinned up at them, his gaze sliding over Ramsey's legs before drifting over to Hobbs behind them.

"So," he said, looking at Tej. "This is your fighter?"

"Let's just say I'm sponsoring him," Tej replied. "I'd pit him against anyone you can bring up."

Leo looked back at Hobbs. "I dunno…" He rubbed his chin. "Looks a bit… long in the tooth."

Hobbs frowned, crossing his arms over his chest until the muscles strained against his tailored shirt. "Sounds like maybe you're not so sure of your guys," he said.

Leo snorted out a small laugh, turning to watch as one of the men in the ring knocked the other one out, blood bright against the wood floor. He cleared his throat, motioning to one of the guards. "Fine. Let's see what your guy can do. Take him down to the locker room."

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What Leo had referred to as a 'locker room' turned out to be a small room down below the ring where fighters could change and tape up their wrists. One of the guards had escorted Hobbs down there, leaving Tej and Ramsey up above to watch.

He stripped off the dress clothes, leaving him only in a pair of shorts and sat to tape up his wrists, watching other fighters come and go from the room. "Still no sign of the girl?" he asked.

"Nothing up here," came Ramsey's voice.

"Here neither," Letty added, sounding a little on edge. "I've got a bad feeling about this place."

"So what do we do?" Hobbs asked. "How long do we give it?"

"After your match ask around," Tej told him. "Maybe some of the fighters will say something. Ramsey's already doing some gossiping up here."

"Copy that," Hobbs muttered, strolling towards the steps that would take him up to the ring. A pair of guards was carrying a woman down as he moved past. Her face was bloodied and she looked unconscious. Whoever had fought her certainly hadn't been kind.

"Hobbs," Ramsey's voice came through. "The woman who was in the ring before… I think that was her. Our girl."

"Where is she now?" he asked, but the sound of her reply was drowned out by the cheering as he reached the ring. He looked across to see his opponent. The man was clearly Southeast Asian. Smaller than him, but his wiry body was corded with muscle. He'd be faster, and there'd be no lack of power behind his hits. It wouldn't do to underestimate the man.

Around him he could hear people jeering, people shouting, people placing bets. The room smelt of sweat and money and booze. It disgusted him, to be honest. People paying and playing for this kind of entertainment. But damned if he wasn't going to give them a show.

When the ref gave the signal the two men wasted no time in dancing around, instead trading blows in the center of the ring. The little guy was fast, bobbing and weaving. Using hands, feet, knees and elbows as he went on the attack. Hobbs blocked, then countered, grabbing ahold of one arm to still him. He aimed a punch at his jaw, which sent the other guy reeling. He steadied himself, and spat, blood and saliva against the scarred wood. Two sharp jabs from his knees against Hobbs' torso had the bigger man stumbling back, arms coming up to protect himself.

He took in a slow breath, then went on the attack again, pressing his opponent back, alternating the direction of his swing to catch him when he darted out of the way. One hard hit against his side, and another that caught him square in the nose, along with the crunch of bone and a spray of blood.

Spitting again, the man came back at him, aiming more sharp blows against his chest. Blows he knew would come back later, bruising and hurting. One elbow to the face had him tasting blood. Hobbs let out a little growl of irritation and struck back hard. After a series of forceful punches, his opponent was splayed out, groaning on the floor, and Hobbs was victorious. He wiped a hand across his face and turned his head, catching sight of Tej and Ramsey sitting up with Leo.

Shooting her a wink, he turned to head back down the stairs. Maybe he could find this woman and collect some winnings to boot.

But when he walked into the 'locker room' she was waiting. Nelani Singh.

She was still wearing a pair of loose shorts and a sports bra. She'd removed the tape from her hands and it sat, curled, bloodied, shreds on the bench beside her. She flicked a lock of her dark hair from her forehead. "Well well… that was cute. Agent Hobbs," she said, tilting her head. "Underground boxing in Jakarta. How unexpected."

"Doesn't sound like it was unexpected all," he replied, fixing her with a measuring look. "You knew we were coming?"

"Of course we did." She smiled. "We were counting on it."

"We." He paused. "Cipher got to you already. Did you guys hear that?"

"We figured it out," Letty replied, voice tense on the other side of the comm. "All the guards in here just drew their guns on us."

"Us too," Tej replied.

Nelani smiled at him. "Looks like it's just you and me, Agent Hobbs."

He gave her a smile in return. "You gonna tell them to let my people go then?"

Her laugh was amused as she pushed herself to her feet, cracking her knuckles. "Let me think about that one…" She curled one hand into a fist. "No."

She came at him like lightning, swinging both fists, rapidly, one after the other. Hobbs dodged, stepping backwards, then held up his arms to block her next strike. Tried to grab at her arm. She twisted free, baring her teeth in a hard grin.

"What's the matter, Agent Hobbs? Why hesitate?"

"I don't hit women," he replied, stepping aside from her next strike. She laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

"Big mistake," she replied, striking out with her leg.

She caught him hard in the thigh, heel jabbing into the muscle, then again, in the gut, so he doubled over. She slammed his head into her knee, hard, once, then again, stabbed two punches on either side of his neck. Grunting, he straightened up, spitting blood to the floor and swiped at her, trying to grab for her.

She avoided him, flipping back over the bench, hooking one foot beneath it. She kicked it at him and Hobbs stumbled back, catching it. He tossed it aside, brow furrowing.

"You're really starting to piss me off," he told her.

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"So," Ramsey began conversationally, looking from Tej towards all the guards pointing various weapons at them. Many of the other guests had fled. Leo still sat on his couch, smoking his cigar.

"Have any ideas?" she asked Tej.

"Nothing that won't probably get us killed," he replied. "There are way too many guns on us."

"I recommend you stand very still," Roman's voice came through her ear. "Either that, or be prepared to move, fast."

"What?" She looked confused and Tej shrugged.

And then, the town car was in the building. Roman, was driving the town car into the building, shouting something that sounded a whole lot like 'Yipee ki-yay Motherfuckers!' as he plowed right into a cadre of armed security.

Tej and Ramsey did run, the former punching a pair of guards out of the way as others were knocked aside in the chaos. Someone was shooting wildly. They ran from the car, and then for the car, yanking open the back seat and diving in. Bullets pinged off its side, and Tej was glad he'd invested in bulletproofing. Somehow, they always ended up needing it.

"Hold on!" Roman said, yanking the wheel as he pressed down on the gas, driving right into the next room over. The dancers had scattered. Most people had gone or were running screaming now. The guards were still shooting at the car, moving target it that it was. Roman turned the wheel this way and that, plowing into those who weren't quick enough to get out of the way, before bursting back out the side of the building and into the alley.

"What about the others?" Ramsey asked, lifting her head to peek out the rear window as several men got on motorcycles to chase them, still shooting.

"We have to hope that provided enough distraction," Tej told her.

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Dom and Letty didn't know what was going on upstairs, really. Even though they could hear the roar of a car engine and a lot of crashing and shooting. So could the guards around them. But no one seemed brave enough to go up and investigate. Still, their unease distracted them enough.

Dom grabbed the guy closest to him and Letty, lifting him bodily and tossing him over the bar. At his side, his wife grabbed a barstool and hit another of the guards across the face with it, knocking him unconscious before tossing the seat into another group of men who'd started to open fire. He grabbed her around the waist, pulling her with him as he dove behind the bar, avoiding another spatter of bullets.

"We've gotta get out of here," Letty muttered, crawling over towards the guy Dom had tossed back here earlier. He was out cold, but his gun was still strapped to him. She grabbed it as Dom came up behind her.

"Get to the other side of the room," he told her. "There might be a back entrance."

"Watch behind you," she warned him, then turned to crawl in the opposite direction.

Dom turned his head as one of the guards ducked around the side of the bar, gun brandished. He smashed it out of his hand with a wine bottle, which broke against the weapon, shattering glass and splashing liquor over the other man. He scrambled for the gun, but Dom kicked it away and leaned in to catch him across the face with the remains of the bottle, sending him sprawling, blood blossoming across his cheek.

Letty was moving along behind the bar, the chaos of the room, guests now unable to flee due to the mess upstairs, guards shooting wildly. One of them slid over the bar, diving towards Letty, who shot him in the shoulder, then kicked him in the face. Dom grabbed the guy and tossed him back over the bar. Together, they fought their way through to the other side, then peered out from behind their shelter.

They could see the door just beneath the stairs. Unfortunately, it was blocked by a pair of guards, who were aiming their weapons in their direction. Letty ducked her head back just as they shot, a few bullets embedding into the corner of the bar.

Any plan they might have made was interrupted by an explosively large crash and more brief, wild shooting as Hobbs came flying through the door, which knocked off its hinges, then fell (door, giant man, and all) on top of the two guards. His nose looked bloodied, and he looked pissed, as he struggled to his feet, oblivious to the chaos around him.

A woman appeared in the doorway, still dressed in her fighting garb, as Letty and Dom slowly stood. Lifting the gun still held in her hands, Letty pointed it at her. The woman, Nelani, laughed.

"Looks like the odds have changed," she told Hobbs, then turned and ran back through the room she'd come out of.

Hobbs was on his feet, running after her. Dom and Letty hurried after him, the latter cursing high heels under her breath.

"You need to get the hell out of there!" Tej's voice was suddenly loud in their ears. "The cops are on their way and if you are caught there then you will be in prison for a long ass time. Get the hell out!"

"We're going!" Letty replied, skirting around a broken bench. Up ahead Hobbs was shouting something she couldn't really make out. She didn't worry about it. Dom caught her by the hand as they hurried through the room.

Up ahead a rectangle of dim moonlight fell against the dirty floor.

"Found a door!" Hobbs called.

He was waiting for them, apparently having lost Nelani. Or perhaps given up the pursuit, given his current situation and the need for them to make a hasty retreat. The door was a sort of below-ground entrance and they took the cement steps up to the alleyway. Dom found the key for the Mercedes at the valet stand and they all piled into the car, Hobbs still wearing only the shorts he'd fought in, wrists and hands wrapped with tape.

"Well…" Letty breathed, when they were safely on the road heading away from the locale. "That was a disaster. And Cipher is up by one skilled assassin."

"Yeah," Hobbs agreed, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. "The woman is definitely not a pushover."