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Leslie leans up against the glass wall, watching with interest as Tej types Dominic Toretto's name into God's Eye. His location was revealed to be London. "Got him. He's in London." Tej shoots Ramsey a flirtatious look in which she just smiled as Roman had rolled his eyes at the interaction. Leslie raised a brow when the location had changed into Hong Kong. "Wait. We've got a second match in Hong Kong." Ramsey points out.

It didn't take long for Leslie to figure out that God's Eye had been hacked into. More locations began to show up. "Beijing and Seoul," Roman mumbles. "And Tokyo," Tej adds. Ramsey sighs in exasperation, "and just about every other major city on the planet." Leslie hums, it was quite impressive how Cipher managed to mess up one of the world's greatest location device. But she'd never admit that out loud.

"And so, God's Eye was where we started. But Cipher's already created an evasion that masks their location by pinging random spots all over the globe, but it was a good thought, Roman." Mr. Nobody says as Letty sits back onto the steps looking a bit lost. Ramsey was quite disappointed to see her program like this. "So, she's made my program obsolete."

"And that, Ramsey is why you're here." Mr. Nobody nods. Little Nobody walks in, quick to throw an insult at Roman. "See, simple solutions aren't gonna cut it here, slick." Roman frowns, looking at the agent in offense. "Why you look at me when you say that?" Leslie rolls her eyes, until she thinks of something that her brother had shown her once. "Wait a second. Wait, wait. Simple solutions might just it." They turn to her as she approaches the table Tej stood at. "You see, in order for God's Eye to give off all these false pings, means they have to be using a FLEA relay."

Ramsey nods, seeing where she was getting at. "Which means it has a decaying sync randomizer." Tej looks between the two, now starting to piece it together. "Which we can reverse..." Ramsey looks up at the screen. "And track it back to the originating source and find Dom's true location." Leslie nods, patting Tej's shoulder before walking back over to her original spot near the glass wall. Though she was internally beginning to wonder who Deckard was on the phone with in the conference room.

Roman snaps his fingers like he was a genius. "That was my idea. That's what I was saying. Remember in there?"

"All right, let's try this." Mr. Nobody gives his permission and the two began to do as they planned. It was quickly revealed to be working. "It's working," Ramsey smiles.

"Time you wanna check your manual and start organizing a force response," Hobbs says towards Little Nobody. He obeys orders, speaking into his radio as Roman goes to mock him. Leslie rolled her eyes, focusing back ahead on the large screen. "All right, they're not in China. Or Russia." Tej notes. "Europe's clear. But this one's not going away." Ramsey squints her eyes at the screen that held an unknown location. Leslie took a step closer to squint her eyes, wondering where exactly that seemed to be.

"This is interesting." Mr. Nobody speaks up. Leslie turns to him expectantly, demanding an answer. "Why?" He glances at her for a mere second, the beeping beginning to grow louder. "Because that's here."

Nobody had a chance to react before a loud bomb went off. Leslie groaned, using the table to pull herself to her feet. Deckard takes notice as two devices slide into the room. Hobbs catching a releasing bomb and throws it into a room, dimming the explosion. Leslie, hardly aware of her surroundings, turns around just as Deckard jumps to tackle her down. The large metal door landing on him instead of her. Leslie groans at the ringing in her ears from the concussion grenade.

Cipher struts in with Dominic Toretto just behind her. "Did you all enjoy that? Next-generation concussion grenade. It scrambles your senses. Don't worry, it will wear off in an hour. Probably." Cipher approaches Deckard, looking down at him. "Hello, Deckard. Nice to see you again." She chuckles as she presses down at the door with her foot. "Look at this, body's not even cold, Dom. Your family's already replacing you. You chose the losing team. I guess your brother is smarter than you."

Cipher turns to look down at Leslie who was clutching her arm that had a large glass shard stuck in it. "We finally meet, Creed. I'm gonna assume you didn't get my message because you're here, getting involved like I advised not to." Cipher shrugs, "oh well, guess I'm gonna have to bury you next to your husband. I'll deal with you later." Cipher steps over the assassin and walks towards the table. Gunshots went off as Dom shoots down the remaining glass walls, keeping them from getting up as their ears rung again.

"Smart move, embedding God's Eye into the mainframe. Irritating to male me have to come all the way down here go get it, but..." Cipher pulls out the large chip and walks away. "Let's go." Dom turns to follow her, only to stop midway when Letty calls out his name, he turns to look at his wife. "Dom! You're gonna turn your back on family? Just like that?" Cipher walks over and pulls Dom into a kiss, a look of betrayal washing over Letty's face.

"Let's go."

An hour later, they were gathered into the same conference room. Leslie sat at the table, Deckard eyeing the woman. She clenched her jaw before roughly pulling out the large shard, everyone grimacing at that. Quickly, she pressed some gauze to stop the bleeding, luckily the shard hadn't gotten too deep to cause any damage, but she would need stitches. "Sure you don't need some help with that?" Deckard questioned, leaning against the table as he watched her clean the area.

"I don't need anyone's help." Leslie replied blankly, not even bothering to look up at him. Deckard raised a brow, watching her open up a suture kit. "You do realize it's impossible to give yourself sutures with one hand?" Leslie rolls her eyes, glancing up at him. "I'll manage." He raised a brow, watching as she struggled before he couldn't take it anyone. Deckard takes the tools from her, she huffs, letting him do the sutures instead. "Who taught you how to do sutures?" He asked, trying to make small talk.

He almost smiled when he got no reply from her. "Not up for talkin'? Fine by me. I can do all the talkin'." She faced the wall, ignoring his burning gaze on her. "Not sure if you're aware but, our mothers used to be good friends. Which, by association, makes us friends." Leslie finally looked up at him with squinted eyes. "That's not at all how it's works." Deckard smirked, glad he got her to talk. "You're right, but at least that got you to talk."

Leslie rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the pain in her arm. It would've went better if she numbed the area but she wanted to make sure she didn't hit anything major. "My mum never mentioned a Shaw, so I highly doubt they were that close," Leslie mumbled. Deckard shrugs, taking the opportunity to wrap up her arm. "Probably because they were friends before we were even born. My mum didn't mention a Creed unless it was your mother, and on occasion, your father."

Leslie carefully pulled her blazer back on as she eyed him with curiosity. "Yeah, we aren't doing this. We are not friends. I am here strictly on business. So, do me a favor and do not speak to me unless it's about the mission." She stood up, stepping out to make a phone call, ignoring his gaze on her back.

A few minutes later, she joined them back in the conference room, Little Nobody growing frustrated on the computer. "Damn it. She wiped it all. Took God's Eye. That was the one thing we could use to find them. We lost everything." Leslie pursed her lips, glancing at Deckard who was typing away on a computer. Hobbs noticed the same thing, quick to throw questions. "What do you got, princess?"

Leslie mentally smiles as she walks over to stand by Deckard, looking over his work. He was definitely onto something. She was slightly frustrated how she didn't think of that sooner. Deckard looks up, not bothering to question how close Leslie was. "Finding Toretto. But I got a couple of minutes to spare, if you want me to send you to the hospital. Again." She looked down, hiding her smirk, she had to admit, that was quite impressive. She wished she could've witnessed that herself.

Hobbs chuckles sarcastically, holding his hands on his hips. "Yo, Rules," he says towards Little Nobody. "First off, that's not my name," he replies. "Little Nobody," Roman pitches. Leslie nods in agreement, leaning over to fist bump the man, "yeah, I like that one. Way better than Connor." Little Nobody points at them in offense. "Don't call me that." Tej holds a smirk, "oh, that's definitely sticking."

"Great. Do me a favor and tell "your majesty" over there that were gonna find Toretto. We find Toretto together as a team. And when this is all over with, I'm happy to slap that whisker biscuit right off his face." Hobbs says towards Deckard. Leslie squints her eyes at the small screen. "Wait a minute, guys. I think Deckard's actually onto something. How do you think Dominic and Cipher got into the country without us knowing?"

Ramsey looks at Leslie with wide eyes, seeing where she was going. "Ghost flights," she breathed out and the assassin nods in confirmation.

"I thought untraceable aircraft was all internet conspiracy stuff," Tej said, slightly confused. "It's not. Satellites and radar grids all across the globe shift like an ocean. They've got channels that open and close. And theoretically, if you know the right people who know the right patterns.." Leslie smirks to herself, "you can fly right through the blind spots completely undetected. It's exactly how my husband used to get around. I still do this myself."

Letty finally looks at Leslie, gathering all the information in her head. "So you know where Dom is headed?"

Deckard clicks something on the computer and nods sharply. "Yeah. New York." Leslie watched as Deckard walked away, Mr. Nobody's chuckles echoing the room. "You see there, Luke? You guys are gonna get along just great. Which proves rule number two, you never lose everything. Fire up the chopper. Well, guys, have a ball in the Big Apple." He states to the crew, tugging on his blazer.

Leslie scoffs under her breath, walking past Ramsey to leave. "I hate New York."

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a/n: loving deckards dedication to get her talking 🤭

deckard saving her from getting crushed by a door 🥲 she's so lucky

next chapter will be longer!

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