A/N: I was going to hold of on uploading this until this weekend, but with the amount of reviews, I couldn't wait.

I want to say thank-you to Guest #1, NeoScaz, Sara, for your positive reviews and I am glad that you are really liking this.

To fallondyson, here is the next installment of the fic, hope you enjoy it.

To Guest #2, Thank-you for the words of encouragement, and I am really happy that you have found this story refreshing, and I hope that it holds up to your expectations. I have been pondering this story for a long time.

To twibe, Well, she will have somewhat of a chance. But as we all know, OCs end up having a mind of their own lol

And last, to Chamilia Convertible, I understand that you skimmed through the chapter and came to the conclusion on your own. And you are entitled to your opinion of the story. But for the record, in The Fate of The Furious (8th movie) It was made clear when Mr. Nobody was pointing out the Dom was working for Cipher and brought Dom's photo up on the monitor that Dom was 40 years old. This that makes it in the 5th movie that takes place in 2011, where Dom meets Hobbs, 34 years old, not 41. And secondly, no where in the first chapter did I say that Jo was their sister, I even said that she had her own parents. But again, you have the right to draw conclusions on your own - even if they are completely wrong. Oh, and a word of advise: If you don't like it, don't read it.

Anyways, here is the second chapter. Hope you all enjoy it, and feel free to leave a review.

IT WAS MY LAST night in Ireland, so I went to my hotel room after agreeing to meet Hobbs in three hours. I had no idea as to where we were going to be heading as he didn't tell me, other than it was to pick up the rest of the team he wanted. I told him that we didn't need one, that him and I would be enough; however, the Samoan Thor disagreed. Saying that if we were going to be hunting wolves, we needed wolves.

As I threw my clothes into the small duffle bag, I carried with me, I paused. I knew that I could play these one of two ways; I could either help Hobbs or I could reach out to Owen and help him. I had a decision to make, and I knew that either one of them could blow up in my face. But none the less I had to make one.

As I finished backing my clothes, I grabbed the hand pistol that I had under my pillow. I checked to make sure it was loaded and placed it on the top of my clothes. The next thing I did was check the other two pistols I had in the duffle bag already. Never can be too careful.

By the time I was zipping up the bag, I had already made my mind up. At this point, it was too late to turn back. Pulling the burner phone, I had out of my pocket, I sent a simple text message. 'We need to talk.'

Surveying the room, I made sure that there was nothing left behind. Next, I quickly checked both the Glocks that I had in my shoulder holsters before grabbing my jacket. I heard the burner phone buzz signalling that it had received a text message. Quickly opening it, I saw the words on the screen. 'Your car.'

Snapping the cellphone shut, I grabbed the duffle bag and made my way out of the room and headed towards the parkade of the hotel. At this point, the choice I made was already set into action. It was no surprise that he was waiting at my car for me. After all, we all kept tabs on each other through resources that we had. And those resources ran deep into many different areas of the world. After all, we were shadows.

As I road the elevator up to the floor that my car was parked, it dawned on me and reinforced the decision that I had made. My parents had turned their back on me when I joined the military as soon as I was of age. They gave the reasoning as they had lived through the IRA bombings and the war. My father, Robert stated that he didn't want me to go through what his father did, when he immigrated to the UK, and choosing to join the military. And when I did make the choice to sign up and bust my ass through training, they stated that I was no longer their daughter. That left in my eyes, Owen and Deckard as my family.

As the elevator dinged telling me that it had arrived at the floor I wanted, I took a breath to steady my nerves and push the memories out of my mind. This was the choice that I made, and it was too late to turn back now. I looked around and quickly spotted the Mclaren 570s Spider parked next to my Barracuda. A smile came to my face as I walked up to the two cars.

"Still have a thing for American muscle cars," I hard an all to familiar voice call out to me.

I laughed as I watched Owen step around my car, and opened the passenger door so I could toss my duffle bag in. "I barrowed it from a friend." I replied, as he shut the door. Which wasn't a lie, it was my car, but I had stashed it with a friend and only took it out when I was in the area.

I leaned up against my car as he looked me over. It was normal any time we came across each other, a way of verifying that we were okay. "You're looking good." He stated, as he gave me a kiss on the cheek.

I smiled up at him and crossed my arms over my chest. "You are too considering the job you pulled off in Berlin and the disaster you left in Russia." I commented.

He gave me a smirk, "So you heard about those."

Nodding I replied, "Oh yeah. I also know that you are working for Cipher on building a Nightshade device. You're what, only one component away now?"

"Very good."

I pushed myself off my car and stood toe to toe with Owen. I knew my suddenness was something that he admired. "Listen, Cipher had originally came to me and Deck first. She wanted us to steal Nightshade for her. When we said no, she went to you and you just up and agreed to it. Now, you have this DSS official named Hobbs after you. He's got me working for him and he wants to get a team together."

"Hold on. Why the fuck are you working for him."

"I owed him. Now, this is the proposition I have for you." I shot back at him.

Owen sighed, "I'm listening."

This was where things were going to get tricky. My plan was something that meant I needed to gain the trust of a whole team and gain insight as to what their plans were. Not to mention at the same time, I was going to be betraying their trust and Owen and his own team one step ahead of them. The part that would be even trickier was when Owen had the Nightshade built, given to Cipher. The matter of getting him off the radar, and myself away from Hobbs. The last part was something I haven't totally figured out yet, but one of the things I always was best at was improvising. I would figure it out when it came to that point.

"Here is what we do. I keep you up to date on where Hobbs and his merry boys of wonder are on your tail. You get to stay one step ahead of him. Once Cipher has what she wants, we get the hell out of here, and off the radar."

"Sounds like a plan."

"Good, now get the hell outta here. Hobbs wants me to go with him to get his team." I rolled my eyes, "Once I know what you're up against with them, I'll be in touch." I added as I made my way to the driver's side door of my car.

Owen nodded and went towards his car. I watched as he climbed in and took off. I climbed into my own car as I bit the inside of my lip. Owen was always the more reckless one out of the three of us. And once again, I'm in a spot where I have to keep him from getting his ass in a sling.

The only thing was, is I knew that with the fact that this could end up going south really quick, was that I had to let Deckard know what was going on. Or at least know who is involved. But that would have to wait. I had a deadline to meet. And with that, I turned the engine over in my car and took off towards that airport, where I would be meeting Hobbs, to start this little shindig.