ONCE I WAS SITUATED in London, England I started to get to work. I had to make sure that everything was in place for my plan to unfold. I had convinced Hobbs, that I was working for him only to ensure that we bring Owen in safety and stop him from building the Nightshade device. Along with that, I had convinced Owen, that I would be his insight into what was happening, so that he would be one step ahead of Hobbs. I pulled some strings so that I could have any information I needed at my beck and call. Only thing was, it meant that when this was over I more than likely was going to have a huge favor to repay. Not that it would be the first time I had to repay a favor for pulling strings like this, but that would be a bridge I would cross when I got there.

It wasn't the first time that someone thought I was working for them, when in honest I was working for the other person – the higher bidder. But in this case, it wasn't the higher bidder, money wise. It was what was best for me. Sure, working with Hobbs and the DSS meant that I was temporarily on the right side of the law, but it wasn't about to be a career change anytime soon. And working with Owen just meant I was once again keeping his ass out of jail or in the hands of the Grim Reaper.

So here I was, sitting in my London hotel room. Wasn't about to complain as it had an amazing view of the city's skyline. I tossed my duffle bag on the couch as I made my way to the balcony. Opening the glass door, the night air hit my skin as I took a deep breath. I could hear the cars and people below as I looked out at the Eye of London. It had been a while since I had been back in England, which meant that I had to keep an eye out and watch my back. Not that way anything new, to be honest.

I turned when I heard someone knock at my door. I pulled one of my pistols from my shoulder holster and slowly made my way to the door, keeping out of any line of sight from it. My brow was knitted together as I took a couple side steps towards the door. My head tilted to the side as I watched an envelope slip under my door and heard footfalls making their way down the hallway.

With the pistol still in my hand, I reached forward and picked up the envelope. I stepped away from the door when I saw Kitten written on it. I chuckled as I knew right away that this was not a threat and put my pistol back in its holster and opened the envelope.

Upon pulling out its contents, the first thing I noticed was a sticky note attached to the front paper. Kitten, here is some info I think you will find interesting. And enjoy the ride waiting for you.

I did think the envelope felt a little heavy. That was when I noticed a key fob at the bottom of the envelope. A smile came to my lips, as I had a pretty good feeling that it was something I defiantly would enjoy, waiting for me in the parkade of the hotel.

I pocketed the key fob into my jeans and made my way to the mini bar in my hotel room. I poured myself a drink and took the contents of the envelope over to the living area of my room. I sat the drink down on the glass coffee table and sat down in the leather high back chair. The soft leather engulphed me as I started flipping through the information.

I was impressed by the records that were given to me regarding my cousin's team. It was a lot more detailed than the file that I had looked at the Hobbs gave me. It was very detailed regarding the truck hijackings, to what happened regarding a drug cartel named Baraga. As I continued to read on it became rather entertaining, with the prison bus break, and what he had pulled off with his team in Rio de Janeiro, a heist of $100 million.

As I continued to read, I downed my whiskey. The comforting burn made its way down my throat and cleared my sinuses. As I was about to stand up and get myself another glass, my cellphone went off with a text message. I pulled it out of my pocket and saw that it was from Hobbs. He wanted to meet up at the make-shift headquarters that he had set up. I assumed that this meant his team he wanted to recruit from my cousin Dom was about to set foot in England.

"Well, this outta be interesting." I muttered to myself as I took the file of Dom's team and placed it in my duffle bag. I grabbed my key card, jacket and headed out of my hotel room.

It didn't take me long to reach the parkade and spotted my ride. I walked over to the 2012 Suzuki Hayabusa and used the key fob. The motorbike's markers flashed, and a smile came to my face. I placed the key in the ignition as I grabbed the black full faced helmet that was sitting on the seat of the motorbike. I placed the helmet in my lap as I grabbed my long brown hair and pulled it up into a makeshift bun and then slipped the helmet on.

I fired the motorbike up and walked it out of the parking stall. I kicked it into gear and started my way out of the parkade. As soon as I made it to the street, I opened the motorbike up. The wind rushed by me as adrenaline filled my veins, as I swerved in and around the cars towards the make-shift headquarters.

I spotted the entrance into the make-shift headquarters and slowed the motorbike It didn't take me long to make it up to the floor. I pulled the motorbike up to where the rest of the cars were parked. As I took the helmet off, my hair fell around my shoulders, I heard someone speak. "I thought that was out last job, Brian. Who's paying for all this equipment? The tax payers?"

"Oh, more than just the taxpayers," I commented as I placed the helmet down and slid off the motorbike.

"Hello, babydoll." I assumed was Roman as he smiled at me, "And just who might you be?"

I walked over to the table that was obviously set up by Hobbs. I smirked at him as I placed my hands down on the table, "I can be your worst nightmare."

"More like his wet dream." I assumed was Tej laugh as he looked away from the computers that were set up.

I turned my attention to Dom who was walking towards me as Tej and Roman started bickering back and forth. "That's a nice bike you got there." He commented, as I turned and leaned against the table.

"Oh that?" I mocked with a smile, "Just something I was able to scrape up."

Dom nodded, "She didn't sound stock, tuned."

I nodded, "A bit of time was spent on it." I crossed my arms as I looked him over. "So you're my cousin, that explains the street kid that started out stealing DVD players in East L.A., and ends up heisting $100 million in Rio."

Dom gave a small smile. "Not bad, huh?"

"And here we are working with Hobbs, you know what that means?"

"I have a feeling you're about to tell me."

I nodded, "That means that you have a weak spot."

"We all got a weak spot."

"True. But like I told Hobbs, you're loyal to a fault. Your code is about family. And that's great around the holidays, but it makes you predictable. And in our line of work, predictable means vulnerable. And that means Owen Shaw can reach out and break you whenever he wants."

Dom paused a moment as he narrowed his eyes at me. "At least when I go, I'll know what it's for."

"What I am saying, is that we will need to watch our backs. One false move and it will be our last with him."

Dom crossed his arms, "And why exactly are you working with Hobbs?"

"I have my reasons." I answered, "I rather see Owen Shaw come in, in one piece and not in a body bag." And honestly that was pretty close to the truth, I didn't want to see him be brought in at all, let alone a body bag.

Dom nodded in understanding, at least that is what I figured the expression on his face was.

"I know that you are here because there is a chance that you can get your wife, Letty back." I said as I looked around.

Dom took a step forward as his brow knitted together. "How do you know we got married?"

I uncrossed my arms as I looked up at him. "I have my sources. I had to know who my newfound cousin is. Just like I know you got Tej to look into any information you could find about me."

"Got to know if you are actually working for us."

"And?" I questioned.

Dom nodded, "He cleared you."

I laughed, "Good to know cous'."