Mirena looked up around the area and squinted up at the apartment building.

"You're telling me that we've been here for months and you've known where your sister was the whole time?!" She exclaimed, pulling a handgun from the glove compartment and checking the clip.

"I didn't find the information to be prevalent at the time." Mirena put the clip back in and turned to Deckard, smacking him in the shoulder before getting out of the car.

"I didn't find the information to be preve- psh, fucker." She mocked, shoving the gun into her waistband and following Deckard up to the apartment where Hattie lived.

"I'll hit around back." She said, propelling herself over the blockade that shielded her apartment. There was no direct way to enter the backside of the building or even Hattie's high-level balcony. Mirena looked up, counting the enclosed glass apartment balconies.

"20,22, ah, there you are." She said, finding 24 hanging high up above her. She pulled up onto the bars of the first level balconies and swung herself up from 14 to 24, struggling a bit as she yanked herself onto the platform.

"I am losing my touch." She breathed out, pulling on the screen door that, to her surprise, was unlocked.

"Watch it." Deck warned, making her jump and stop.

"Jesus, you're like a fucking ghost." She chastised, smacking him as she took note of the trap Hattie had set up for whoever broke into her home. She took a step over it with Deck in tow as she ran her hands over the counter and under, looking for some sort of switch. Hattie was smart, she wouldn't just leave out a laptop with information out, she'd hide it.

"I hate these fucking lights." She grumbled as Deck ran his hands over the wall, finding the switch for her armory just as she found the button that rolled out a secret compartment from Hattie's kitchen island.

"There we are." She cooed, impressed with herself as she pulled a dining chair over while the computer screen lit up, revealing a password input.

"Hey, what woul- Oh." She started, stopping when she turned back to Deck to see him leaning over her.

"Here" He said, leaning over her and typing in what she assumed was a guess.

"There is no way in hell that the password is-"

Access Granted

"I stand corrected," Mirena said with an impressed frown on her face as her eyes traveled down the screen until she heard an all too familiar click behind her.

"You want us to freeze?" Deck asked, adjusting slowly to cover his ex-wife's back, concealing if she reached behind her for her gun.

"Show me your hands!" Mirena sighed as she felt his hand brush by her leg under the desk to grab the sawed-off shotgun that was tucked away. Mirena quickly pulled the gun she had tucked in her waistband and leaned to the side, shooting the man near the front door while Deck shot the man through the sliding door. Deck went for the right side of the room, backhanding one of them with the end of the gun while Rena kicked one of them in the chest before shooting him in the head. She was grabbed from behind as a man twisted her arm, causing her to drop the gun on the ground. She threw her elbow back into his gut then quickly up into his nose, breaking it as she twisted in his hold and nailed him with her knee between the legs before grabbing a vase on the counter and smashing him in the head with it.

"You really gonna go around destroying her things?" Deck asked loudly, choke slamming one of the agents into the table, shattering it.

"You're one to talk!" She said, sliding herself across the floor to her weapon. She turned onto her back, shooting the man that ran at her in the chest a few times before scrambling to her feet. She looked over to see Deck still struggling with the same man he was earlier, making her huff. She watched as he pile drove him through another glass wall and down to the bathroom where she heard the distinct sound of the showerhead being ripped from its place. She walked her way over to the room just in time to see Deck slam his head into the sink. When he came back up, she shot him in the head at point-blank.

"Really? I had him." Deck complained, making Mirena roll her eyes as she tucked her gun back away,

"Right. Of course, you did, love. Come on, then." She huffed, kicking the dead bodies out of her way as she marched to the front door.

"Where the hell are you going!?" Deck yelled after her, taking note she swiped the keys.

"Back to HQ, I'm assuming Luke actually has something since all we got was a shitty workout." She said, opening the hatch and climbing in.

"Shitty eh? You're breathing pretty heavy." She silenced him with a look and only a look before turning the engine over and peeling out of the alleyway.

It had been such a long time since she had a night away. She was always jetting across the world to a different country to take out a different mark all the time. It was exhausting. She couldn't even remember the last time she had a day off, let alone a vacation. What good was money when she didn't get to use any of it for leisure?

She glanced down at her watch and again at her phone. She had been sitting at the small Cuban restaurant for a little over half and hour and the wait was killing her.

Hey gorgeous! I sent him all your info so all you have to do is meet him here.

How Wade even knew a decent human being on the planet that would understand her line of work was beyond her. She had never been on a blind date and as for her last date? It was probably in her senior year of college before she broke up with her long time boyfriend.

"Wade mentioned you were beautiful but I dare say I didn't prepare myself enough." Mirena's head snapped up and her eyes widened as the man's face fell, seeing her. She knew that deep British accent anywhere and she hoped that she would forget it one day. Evidently today wasn't that day.

"Mirena Cross?" Mirena pulled the napkin from her lap and stood, smoothing her tight dress down and gesturing to the seat beside her.

"Brixton Lore. Long time no see, love." She winked, making the man smile as he sat across from her.

"For the last fucking time, I don't want to go to your gym. You know how I feel about doing the same workouts you do- Holy shit." Mirena said, taking note of the tussle that was happening inside of the box they were both locked in earlier.

"Hattie," Deck said under his breath before barreling into the room with his gun pointed at Hobbs. Mirena suppressed a groan and pinched the bridge of her nose to center herself before she ran off after him, gun in hand.

"Hobbs!" Deck yelled, pointing his gun at the large man.

"Freeze!" Mirena kicked in the back of the CIA agent's knee and nodded away from the scene.

"Ah, ah. Put that down. That's a good boy." She belittled, coming up next to Deck after kicking the gun away from the man she put on the ground.

"Get your greasy sausage fingers off of her."

"What are you doing here?" Hattie exclaimed, her eyes going from Deckard to Hobbs, not taking note of the small mercenary that stood in Deckard's shadow.

"Saving your life!"

"Oh, please, children." Mirena barked, watching as Hattie's eyes lit up.

"Mirena!" She exclaimed, rolling off the table, her gun still on Deckard who had his on Hobbs who pulled his own and put it on Hattie. Mirena redirected her attention to Luke, pointing hers towards him as all four of them had a standoff.

"Ah! Enough, this is my house and your goddamn girlfriend ain't going anywhere." Mirena chuckled as both Hattie and Deckard visibly gagged at the notion.

"What? No!"

"Disgusting."

"Luke, please don't make me shoot you in front of my husband and sister-in-law," Mirena begged, looking at him apologetically.

"Ex" Deck corrected.

"Whatever!" Mirena said frustratedly.

"Bullshit, she's too good looking to be his sister." Mirena rolled her eyes at Luke and turned towards the Shaw siblings.

"Ha ha, so funny, Hattie, there are a lot of people after you." Mirena said, trying to connect with her old friend.

"Believe me, Rena. I'm aware of that." She scoffed.

"Yeah, and it's gonna stay that way unless you tell me where that virus is," Luke interjected, earning a pointed look from Mirena.

"Always with the threats and excessive force. You would be the absolute worst spy in the history of the world, you know that?"

"Listen! She's gonna die if I don't get her out of here right now!" Deckard interjected next.

"We're all gonna die if she doesn't tell me where that weapon is!" Luke yelled back.

"For the love of God." Mirena grumbled.

"Actually, everyone is gonna die because I am the virus!" Hattie said, showing the people in the room her palm. Under further inspection, Mirena saw three injection points and let out a deep sigh before dropping her gun to her side.

"Well...that changes things a bit. Hattie, we have to find a way to get them out." Hattie turned the gun on her and backed up away from the group.

"No, Rena. I need to do this on my own." As soon as she turned on her heel towards the window, it shattered inward, propelling everyone in the space backward, shattering all glass in sight. Mirena struck the back of her head against a table and shook it slowly, trying to comprehend what had just happened, groaning as she went. She looked up just in time to see three men in suits, swinging into the room with some sort of automatic rifles in their hands.

"Every. Fucking. Time." She swore as she leaped over the metal table, taking cover and sliding a fresh clip into her gun, waiting for the most opportune moment to return fire.

"Mirena! You alright?!" Deckard called from a cement wall behind her. She huffed and took a deep breath before returning fire and then crouching back down.

"Do I sound alright?!" Deck rolled his eyes and glanced at Hobbs as if to find some sort of understanding of what it was like to deal with her on a daily basis. Mirena sighed, looking up from her position and shot one of the men that was lagging behind the three that were in front of the now-open glass window. Deck and Luke took the lead, coming up from behind her and taking two others out but not before the three men ahead jumped out with Hattie.

"Oh no." Mirena said, looking down the large skyscraper.

"Now or never, Mirena." Hobbs said, watching as the captors propelled downward.

"Fuck no!" She protested, putting her gun behind her in her waistband, looking around for literally any other option than to jump out of the open window.

"I'm more of a now kind of guy!" Deck yelled. Luke nodded at him and took a deep breath.

"On my three." He confirmed with Deckard just as Mirena caught a glimpse of a lift outside of the building.

"That'll do." She shrugged, heading towards the machine and looking for a way to lower it quickly. Just as both the men backed up to propel themselves out of the building, Mirena placed her fingers in her mouth, eliciting a high pitched whistle that caught Deck's attention.

"Come on, then!" She shouted over Luke's cries of protest. Deck ran to the lift and squeezed himself into the small space next to Mirena before hitting the lift release with such force, it began to free fall. Mirena tried to prepare herself for the feeling but felt herself begin to sway. Deck caught a glimpse of his ex-wife wavering and scooped her up by her waist, holding tight so she wouldn't fall. Deckard struck the lift just above where Hattie and one of the soldiers came crashing into the glass canopy.

"You good?" He asked and Rena nodded, pulling the gun she had tucked away and shooting one of the men as the door to the lift opened up. Deck went for the other, wailing on the man with his fists until he hit the pavement and Deckard commandeered his weapon. Rena's eyes scanned about, looking for Hattie, but coming up empty.

"Rena, fall back." Deck called, making her roll her eyes and follow close behind him, her weapon drawn and ready as he shot at the soldier that had just put Luke in the ground. Mirena turned her weapon from the back of Deck to the man that now held a gun to her husband's head and gasped just as bullets began to spray and Deck pulled her aside behind an armored vehicle.

"Deckard Shaw...It's been a long time.."

"Good to see you, Brixton!" Deck called as he reloaded. Mirena prayed and muttered to herself, hoping he didn't take note of her presence.

"I'm afraid I'm happier to see the devilish Mirena Cross more than I am you, Deckard." Mirena glanced from Deck's confused face, up and over the car to Brixton.

"Looking as beautiful as ever, I must say." He said, holding his weapon on her.

"You've always had a way with words, Brix." She yelled back.

"Yeah and you've always had bad taste in men. I think you're out of bullets there son..." Brixton said, addressing Deck.

"Lucky for you I am!" He called to the large man as he pulled Mirena closer to him.

"Nice suit, Brix. Right off the runway?" Rena asked, peeking up over the car to see Brixton toss his gun aside.

"Bulletproof. State of the art, love." He winked.

"Could have done with that the last time I put a bullet in you." Deckard interjected, making Rena roll her eyes.

"Actually, it was three bullets. Two in the chest, on in the head. Just like they taught us, you remember?" Brix said, taking a step forward to tower over the man in front of him.

"Better watch out for this one, he'll do you in." He said to Rena who frowned, forcing herself to keep her gun down.

"You could have had all this, Deck. Shame you didn't join Eteon, my friend." Brix continued, stepping closer to the Shaws.

"Friend? Nah, you aren't the man I knew."

"Nope. I'm way better, actually. Some things bigger and better, others..." He trailed off as his eyes laid on Mirena.

"Well...don't fix it if it ain't broke, yeah Mi?" He said with a wink. Hearing what he used to call her made her shudder. Brixton wasn't that man anymore and that was evident by the way Deck tried to strike him and he evaded it perfectly.

"Oh Christ." Mirena swore as she watched Brixton toss Deckard halfway across the street. Her eyes tore from the scene when she saw Hattie struggling against one of Brixton's men. Rena ran in her direction just as Hattie struggled far enough away for a clean shot, Mirena took it. Hattie looked down at the limp man that once held her and then at her sister-in-law. She gave a small smile and a nod in her direction before she sprinted down the London street.

"Son of a bitch...Hattie!" She called, running off after the blonde woman only to be stopped by a familiar dark McLaren.

"Come on, then." Deck commanded and Rena sighed, crawling into the car, not ready to discuss any of the conversation that they had just had moments ago with Brixton. Deckard pulled up next to Hattie, screeching to a stop and gestured for Rena to open the door.

"Hattie get in." Rena looked at him incredulously and scoffed.

"And put me where? In the back? Nutter."

"We're all going." Deck looked to Luke and pulled Mirena's gun from her hip, pointing it at him.

"Not you. Just my sister." Luke pulled his own gun out and pointed it past Mirena and at Deckard.

"I said, we're all going." Rena sighed and pushed herself back into Deck's lap, pulling on the seat as to push it back to have enough room.

"I told you not to get a coup, but did you listen? No." She grumbled.

"Rena I-"

"Rena I- Wanker." Mirena imitated as Luke squeezed into the passenger side with Hattie. This situation was already uncomfortable but now it was on a whole new level.