GROWING UP IN ENGLAND proved to be rather interesting, not to mention the two older boys that were my neighbours, Owen and Deckard Shaw. The three of us became inseparable. We used to start fights in the yard with people who were stronger than us. Not going to lie, sometimes I was the one who would start the fight, knowing that my two best friends had by back, stepping in when I needed it. And as I got older, and into my teens, I never worried about some idiot hitting on me, as those two always made sure I was safe.

We had a code that we lived by, and never backed down; no matter what.

As I grew into a beautiful young lady, I followed in the Shaw brothers' footsteps by joining the military. This was against my parents wishes, but I had to do what I wanted. That's when I followed in Deckard's footsteps and became an operative agent, and assassin for the United Kingdome Special Forces.

I worked hard, trained even harder in a variety of combat techniques. My abilities ended up varying from the expert handling of firearms, explosives to hand-to-hand combat.

Then in 2008, when Deckard was on a top-secret black ops mission that went south, I found out that he took the blame and became a criminal to cover up England's involvement. That ended up having our superiors sending in a squad of men, and myself after him. When I refused, I ended up falling off the grid the same time Deckard did. This left the British government deeming me expendable. Thus, I went into business for myself as a mercenary for hire.

I smiled as I pulled up in a '67 second-generation A-body fastback Barracuda. She was a candy apple red, my signature colour. Revving the engine, I looked around the relatively abandoned airstrip. Sighing I cut the engine and pulled my long black hair into a high messy pony tail.

Opening the door, my boots hit the pavement. "You know when I said I owed you one, I didn't think you'd still be calling on it." I called out as I watched the Hummer truck that was parked just down from me.

I watched as a mountain of a man climbed out of the truck. Even with my stature being a whopping five foot five, he still stood a foot taller than me. "Joslyn Toretto, you're a tricky woman to find," He greeted me with a smile on his face, as he took a couple large steps towards me.

Shaking my head, I gave him a soft laugh, "Luke Hobbs, I was never hiding from you." I smiled, closing the short space between us, and gave him a hug. "But I'm sure this isn't a social call, coming from you."

I watched as Hobbs looked down at me, my green eyes meeting his. "You're right, it isn't."

I could tell by his tone, that this wasn't going to be good. "And?" I questioned, as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Berlin was the first, then a Russian military caravan attacked, satellite component stolen." He explained. "Cars just came out of nowhere. Six hospitalized, a dozen vehicles destroyed. All that in under 90 seconds, in and out."

I raised my eyebrows, "Sounds like some serious shit." I commented. But I knew he didn't come here to just tell me that. That was when I raised just one eyebrow at him, "Why do you need me?"

"Because, I've been pursuing this son of a bitch and his team across four continents and twelve countries, Jo."

I laughed, "Sounds like you've been on the trail of a couple wolves and now you need my help."

Hobbs nodded his head, "You do that, and you've got yourself a job with the DSS."

That seemed all to simple. I knew all to well that there was no way it would be as easy as it sounded. Taking a breath, I continued to frown, "What's the catch?"

I watched as he took a breath and head back to his truck. That was where he pulled out a folder and handed it to me. My curiosity was getting the better of me, as I opened the folder that he placed in my hands. That was when my eyes hit the black and white photo. Anger built up in me as I shut the folder and shoved it back at him.

I knew my appearance went hard and ridged, as I spoke in cold simple words. "You want me to turn on someone who I consider my brother? Someone who is like my flesh and blood?" I shook my head and turned on my heels and headed back towards my car. "Mistake, Hobbs."

"Jo…" I heard him call after me.

I stopped as my hand reached the door handle. This wasn't right, I couldn't turn on someone I considered my family. However, the opportunity that Hobbs was offering me was beyond tempting. No longer being a shadow and being off the radar. And not to mention, I did owe Hobbs my life, from when we last worked together.

I gritted my teeth, as I turned and looked at him. "Give me one bloody good reason why I should?"

"I can give you two." He said stopping at the hood of my car. "One, Owen Shaw is building a Nightshade device. Second, if you don't, he won't come out of this alive, and you know it."

I gave a defeating sigh. I knew he was right, that there was a good chance if I didn't step in, he wouldn't come out of this alive. I couldn't live with myself if he were to pass away. "You know he's not going to be easily captured. He ran the UK's Mobility Division in Kabul and Bazra."

Hobbs never moved a muscle as he watched me, "You're in?"

I swallowed the lump that was forming in my throat. I knew that this wasn't going to go over well with the people I called my family when they found out that I was agreeing to this. "It's too late to turn back now."

A/N: Hey everyone! Hope you enjoyed the official kick off of the official revamp of Payback. I know this has been down for a very long time, and as such I have been working on it now and again between working on A Quarter-Mile at A Time. Just a heads up, this will play around the movies and take a few different turns. I promise to update as often as I can, as with my other story. I do have a lot going on with work and family, but that enough about me. Hope you enjoy and feedback is always welcomed.