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"My guy's in."

"My guy's in, too."

"Hey, is your guy gonna freak out when he finds out who my guy is?" Locke chuckled, standing outside of a diner after talking with Hobbs about the case.

"I mean, didn't they just do a job together in New York?" Loeb says, standing outside of the jail after just speaking with Deckard Shaw about the case. Unknowingly to him that his wife was involved as well.

"And didn't they just destroy the DSS field office in L.A. by throwing each other through it?" Locke mentioned, bringing up the fight they first had when Deckard was stealing information to get revenge for his brother.

"Oh."

"Look, I don't know about your guy, but my guy... he's gonna get this. He's gonna pull this off. You know why? We've been best friends our whole goddamn lives," Locke bragged, talking about his 'friendship' with Luke Hobbs. Which in Hobbs case, didn't exist.

"Well, my guy beat the shit out of me at a bar in Kracrow 17 years ago and he doesn't even remember me. So...We all have our histories." Loeb spoke, shivering at the thought of Deckard beating the crap out of him. "Anyway, it's the fate of the world here."

"It's the fate of the world! The planet's population is in their hands. Serious stuff." Locke exclaimed, cheerfully.

"I mean, you'd think they'd be able to put aside any petty rivalries to save the world."

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"No fuckin' way!" Deckard and Hobbs exclaimed, in unison.

"I'm not working with this guy. I've been there, done that." Hobbs said, glaring at Deck.

"The minute he gets involved, you can kiss goodbye to any finesse because She-Hulk here only knows how to smash." Deckard retorted, glaring at Hobbs.

"Yeah, Mr. Arson here only knows how to blow shit up." Hobbs shot back, glaring at Deckard.

"And the fact is..."

"And the fact is..."

"No offense..."

"Oh, no offense..."

"This guy's a real asshole!" They both exclaimed, glaring at each other, with the most deadly looks a person could see.

"That's, uh, "sumbitch" in your native tongue." Deckard mocked, reminding him of the time Valerie had talked about killed Hobbs, for hours. "That'd be "wanker" in your native tongue." Luke shot back.

Deckard scoffed loudly and glared, "You finished blabbering? You sound like a giant tattooed baby." Deck claimed, already wanting to cut off his ears by listening to Hobbs annoying voice. "Yeah, well, I'm not listening to this horseshit. I got a job to do. Tell your wife I said hi. Actually... I'll tell her myself." Hobbs smirked, knowing bringing up Valerie would push Deck over the edge.

"Don't you ever talk about my wife or I'll put your head through that wall," Deck pointed to the wall before snarling at Hobbs. "Secondly, I'll have this job done while you're still putting on your baby oil. Good luck, slick." As Deckard turned to walk out, the annoying voice of Hobbs spoke.

"That's it. You just reminded me. That exactly why I hate working with you. It's your voice.
It's your nasally, prepubescent, Harry Potter voice. Every time you speak, just imagine this for a second...It's like dragging my balls across shattered glass. And it hurts." Hobbs made a dramatic face, making Deckard roll his eyes.

"Well, for me, it's not your voice. It's your face.
Your big, stupid face. Lookin' at it makes me feel like God is projectile vomiting right in my eyes. ..And it burns....It really burns." Deckard retorted, Hobbs tighten his grip on the chair almost bending the metal, which didn't go unnoticed by Deckard.

"What you gonna do now? Throw a bit of furniture?" Deckard mocked, grimacing at Hobbs. "For your information, I was gonna take this chair and turn it sideways and shove it right down your throat." Hobbs says and Deckard scoffs in irritation, "Of course you are, 'cause that's your answer to everything. Smash a hole through every problem in a massive truck. Well, that's not gonna work here."

"Ah, I think it'll work fine." Before they could continue further, they were interrupted by two agents who were recording the conversation. "Guys! Why don't you two take a seat, and we'll talk through this?" Hobbs simply just threw the chair at the glass, startling the two men.

"Me and you, us. I've been down this road.
It's a total waste of time."

"For once, I couldn't agree with you more."

"Yeah? Well, I'm doin' this my way. If anyone's got a problem with that, I suggest you come right here and stop me." Deck turned to the two men on the other side of the glass and they both looked at each other with scars expressions. "I'm not going in there."

"I'm not going in there."

"Smart lads." Deck glared at Hobbs once more before exiting the room.

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Deckard had just fought the MI6 team that ambushed him in Hattie' apartment. Deck spotted the grenade that had the pin pulled and his eyes widened slightly.
Just as he went to jump and put the pin back in, Valerie kneeled down and put the pin in, smirking at her husband.

As Deckard was about to speak, a guy from the team he just fought aimed a gun over, ready to shoot, until Valerie pulled out her gun and shot him in the head and twice in the chest.

"Hello Love." Valerie said, and Deckard sighed and pulled himself up from the floor, wanting to be mad at Valerie for not answering him, he just couldn't.
Unexpectedly to Valerie, Deckard grabbed her hips and pushed her body to his, pressing their lips together lovingly. Valerie cupped his jaw and kissed back more passionately. Pulling away for breath she smiled at her husband.

"Where the hell have you been, Val?" Deck asked, making her sigh and walk away, stepping over a body, she went to the computer on Hattie' counter and put in the password. "It's a long story, and we don't have time for it. Hattie' in danger and Hobbs has her right now. So if we don't get her now, she's going to die." Valerie pulled out a flash drive and stood up, walking over to Deckard.

"Then let's go. I'll drive." Valerie smirked before pulling him into another kiss, wanting so bad to tell him, but she couldn't find the heart to.
Valerie pulled away and walked out of the apartment, Deckard right behind her. Biting his lip as he stared at her ass that was in high waisted tight shorts, with a matching top, and heels, all red.

"You look good in that color, darling." Deckard walked over and smacked her ass, making her chuckle and walk over to his car that she got him awhile back.

"I look good in every color." Valerie glanced back at her car and shrugged, figuring she'd get it later. Deckard unlocked the car and they both got in, driving to the building where Hattie was kept locked up by Hobbs.

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