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𓈒 𓈒 𓈒TEN YEARS LATER

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"On my mark." Mr. Nobody spoke into his comm. His eyes stayed trained to the various monitors in front of him, each screen showing a different camera's view for each member of his elusive team. "We do this quietly and quickly." His eyes drew to the brunette female sitting cross legged on a swivel chair a foot away from him. "Go." She turned and pressed a button on the computer's keyboard and watched as the team entered the building they were infiltrating, easily with no obstacles.

"Suspect detained." Franco, the leader of his team, spoke clearly.

"Bring it home boys." Mr. Nobody smirked and removed his comm from his ear. He set it beside the girl's hand and she moved it closer to the keyboard before tapping another button and cutting all sound coming from the field team. "Good job Izzy."

"It was a practice stint for the new guy. This was nothing." The girl shrugged.

"Knight needs his training. He's gotta get it somehow." The man responded. "Any luck with the files I gave you?"

"It's as if you don't know me!" The girl fake gasped and held her chest in mock hurt before smirking and nodding her head. "I had those decrypted the second big guy over there," she jutted her thumb to the guard who followed Mr. Nobody around, "decided which of his kids shirt he wanted to steal and wear to work." The large man grunted which only caused Izzy to giggle. "You make it so easy dude, ease up a little."

"Izzy." Mr. Nobody warned her, she snapped back into focus.

"Right." She turned to her screens and began typing away. "I can't tell you much, since despite it being heavily encrypted, there really isn't much on there. All it gave me was a name and a list of locations that person's been tracked to. Whoever made this file was really good at hiding their tracks, only problem for them is I'm really good at uncovering them." Izzy smirked and with a single button brought up the unencrypted file along with a black and white photo.

"He's the man we're looking for?"

"The very one." Izzy adjusted her black rimmed glasses and tapped another button. "Once I got his name, I was able to search up any known aliases and he had none. So that was a dead end. But he does have a list of allies." A line of two black and white photos appeared on the screen and Mr. Nobody grinned. "Look familiar?"

"Well I'll be damned." He chuckled. "The Shaw family."

"Yes sir." Izzy tapped another button and everything on her screen disappeared. "The man we're looking for is dead but his family isn't."

"Keep digging." Izzy nodded and went back to typing away on the keyboard. Mr. Nobody turned away from her as he heard a door behind him open. He overlooked the giant sliding doors from the balcony he stood upon. The girl's computer area was high above everyone on a platform, both for her safety and for privacy. Nobody but his most elite team and himself had access to her sector and he watched as the four of them strutted past his posted guards and up the steps. "How'd he do?"

"Better than we said he would." Marcus Francini, most commonly known to his team as Franco, smirked. He wore the same uniform as everyone else. Black cargo pants with a navy blue shirt (and just as skin tight as everyone else's.)

"Monty nearly kicked his head in." Caleb Grant, or Genie, grinned cheekily and crossed his bulging arms over his chest.

"Kid should've moved when I said to." Monty grunted. Emilio Rhodes was his real name. He was one of the biggest men Mr. Nobody had ever met and when he recruited the man, he was dubbed Monty, for being as big as a mountain. He sat his hulking body onto the empty swivel chair beside Izzy and turned his attention away from his team and to the screens showcasing the files she was scouring through.

"He had it coming." Cowboy, or if you asked for his legal name Trevor Wayland, smirked. "Can't say he didn't try though. Monty's just a brick wall when he wants to be."

"Yeah well, I'm putting him on another team until his stats come in." Mr. Nobody informed the team.

"Aw but Rook's a nice kid." Izzy pouted slightly. It was no secret that the men around her were her favorite. She'd known them the longest. Franco was like a father to her, she'd known him since she was a teenager when he was on her uncle's team — before he went rogue. She met Genie and Cowboy a couple years later. Then months after that, Monty. She never conversed with any of the men she worked with, these four being the exception.

"Cheer up Izzy, we're still here." Genie winked at her. She blushed and turned her attention back to her screens. He walked up behind her and placed his hands on the back of her chair, his body encasing her and hiding her from the teasing glares of his teammates.

The relationship between the two was affectionately flirtatious and nonexistent. Because of work, their feelings were never acted upon but it didn't stop Genie from telling every single man he worked with she was off limits.

"You said you had a new assignment for us?" Franco put his hands on his hips and awaited his new orders. Mr. Nobody snapped his fingers and a slight grin formed on his face.

"Right. Izzy?" The men gathered around Izzy and listened attentively as she spoke.

"I'll give you the short version." The girl adjusted her glasses. She typed a few keys on the keyboard and a picture with a red x appeared. "Owen Shaw. He's obviously dead now but he was the leader of his own ragtag group of mercenaries." Another key was pressed and an array of photos appeared before them, each one with a red x. "As you can obviously see, they're all dead. I didn't care enough to ask by who." The men collectively chuckled. "Anyways, our next mission is this guy." All the photos left the screen and a single picture stayed.

"And who's he?" Cowboy peered closely at the screen as he loomed over her.

"Dead man's older brother. Basically he killed someone of importance and he needs to be brought in. Only problem with that is, he doesn't go quietly and the last team Nobody sent in came back in shambles." Izzy grimaced at the memory of autopsy reports she had to read through.

"So we bring him in and then what?" Monty piped in. "We lock him in a box and throw away the key?"

"No. We convert him." Mr. Nobody grinned.

"You say that like it's that easy." Cowboy rolled his eyes. "Look at his eyes man, he has no soul. Are we really okay coming back in body bags?" No one paid attention to his whining, all of them already being used to it.

"We'll do it." The team turned to their leader and at his stern glare and quick nod, they all simultaneously agreed. "On one condition."

"And that is?" Mr. Nobody knew the man wouldn't make an unreasonable request, he was the most rational out of the group.

"We do this my way."

"Done." Mr. Nobody agreed. "But I have a condition of my own." None of the men said a word as they watched the stare down. "Izzy goes with you."

"What!"

"No way!"

"Hell nah!"

Monty, Genie, and Cowboy all protested at the same time. The men knew the girl was more than capable of protecting herself and completing a job, they'd just rather she didn't.

"She goes." Franco agreed.

"Izzy's from where you're going. She used to live there before she moved away." Mr. Nobody explained.

"You mean, before you and my uncle had me kidnapped and relocated here?" Izzy scoffed. "Moved away, as if."

"Izzy." Mr. Nobody said her name in a warning tone and the girl sighed. She forced Genie to remove his hands from the back of her chair as she scooted to the side and swiveled around to face her boss. "It'll give you a chance to reconnect with-"

"Don't even say it." The girl used the same tone he used on her. The man understood and nodded. "I'm going for one person and that person only. I'll do my job but I'm not making any detours."

"Understood." Their boss left them alone again and while each of them — minus Franco who already knew the girl's history — wanted to pry but with one look from their team leader, the girl was left alone. She smiled weakly at Genie when he gave her one last fleeting glance before dropping that smile when he was gone.

East L.A. wasn't a place she liked to visit often. As a teenager, she and her uncle would make the trip once a year but once he decided to leave her too, she never went back. She was seventeen when she confronted her uncle and she was eighteen when he ran out of words to say. The trio brought back too many sad memories and she dreaded having to go back. But she and a job to do and it wasn't in her blood to sit around and give up.

Torettos didn't quit.