Multifandom!!! (Book 1) {CLOSED}

Emergency Call (A Fast Furious Imagine)

A/N: I just watched Fate of the Furious yesterday and I absolutely loved it. I literally loved the Shaw family, despite the fact that they were dysfunctional as they come. I loved how the Cuban guys helped Torttero. I loved the bromance between Hobbs and Deckard. I loved Toretto's son. I loved everything about the movie.

But my favorite characters are Deckard Shaw and Hobbs. So most of the imagines that write will be based on Hobbs or Shaw or both.

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I carry the briefcase in my left hand and my silencer pistol in my right. I maneuver my way around be corpses spread along the floor of men who tried to prevent me from coming in.

"You bitch!" A man says.

I stop walking and slowly turn my head towards him.

"What did you just say?" I ask.

He whimpers in fear at my voice and I smirk at his cowardice. I raise my silenced pistol and shoot him in the abdomen. He stops moving entirely and I continue on my merry way.

I drive off the a closed off location and drop off the briefcase to my handler. I don't know what's in it; and it's not my job to ask. My job is to retrieve it, and their job is to pay me.

"Thank you for your services Ms. Y/L/N. You are a valuable asset to be working with." An older man with dark brown hair and dark eyes states.

"Thanks.. so ten mill wired to my account,  yeah?" I say.

"Yes." He man states.

"Pleasure doing business with you." I say as I tuck away my silencer gun.

I walk out and shut the car door of my Shelby Mustang. I rev down the Main Street to leave this hell hole of a town.

About forty minutes out, I got a call.

"Hello?"

"Hello there, darling." A familiar husky voice states.

"Deck? I thought you were-"

"In jail?... Yeah, I broke out. Listen, I need a favor from you."

I take a minute or two to say:

"Okay. Spill."

"Since I don't know where I am exactly. You need to trace my cell phone and meet me here, okay?"

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" I ask.

"Not yet." Another masculine voice states.

"Listen here, you two ton wanker." I hear Deck say to him.

A small spread across my face. It's been a while since Deckard and I saw each other... we left on mutual terms. He didn't want to put my life in jeopardy so he left.

Soon after, I found out that he was in a penitentiary where the baddest of the baddest go.

"Im tracing your phone now." I say.

I am driving with my left hand and tracking with my right. My ambidextrous has its perks.

"See you soon, love."

He hangs up.

I continue to rev through the streets and within hours, I finally reached the classified destination.

I hide a medium sized dagger in each of my boots and I make sure I restock on my tin daggers that slip inside my sleeve. I text Deckard:

"I'm coming in."

Then I tuck my phone inside my pocket before I start walking towards the building.

Deckard Shaw's P.O.V:

I smile as I check my phone.

"You might want to call off your security."

"And why the hell would we want to do that?" Little Mr. Nobody says.

"Because she's coming in.. and she'll kill anybody who gets in her way. It doesn't matter if they have guns or not, she's takin' them down." I say.

"Oh yeah? You must have a lot of confidence in her then." Little Mr. Nobody states.

"Ok, suit yourself." I finalize.

Y/N P.O.V:

"Ma'am where do you think you're going?" A guard states.

"In." I say matter-of-factly.

I walk around them and he grabs my bicep forcefully. I grab his arm and twist in the opposite direction, popping it out of place. He screams and I strike his throat. He collapses to the ground.

I grab his gun and walk into the building.

"Ma'am what do you-"

I shoot two bullets into his abdomen. He groans as he falls to the floor.

There came a line of guards down the hallway, jogging towards me.

"Put the gun down slowly and place your hands behind your head." One guard commands.

I pretend to follow their orders and slide away the gun.

"Good girl." One Guard condescends.

I slowly raise my hands and at the last minute I pull out my small daggers and bolt them into all their necks. Within seconds, the fall to the ground and bleed out.

I walk continue to walk down the hall and notice a glass room. I was stopped my a strand arm and a gun pressed against my temple.

"Don't. Move." He says.

I take a deep breathe before I quickly grab the gun and lock his hand around the handle. I use the weight of the gun to break his hand. He slam my foot against his foot and throw him over my shoulder. I grab the guard helmet and snap his neck.

I hear more footsteps of guard coming towards me. Within seconds, I grab the gun and shoot each of the guards in the chest.

I reload and kept shooting until I when passed the glass door. I turn to see a room full of eight or so people.

The gun ran out of ammo so I toss it aside and pull out my silencer gun. I lift my right hand and cock my gun.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Newbie." A short man with gray hair states.

"Excuse me?" I ask.

"No, not you beautiful." The same man states.

Before I had time to react, my silencer gun was slapped out of my hand. The young man raises his arm to punch me. I block his weak punch and punch him in the solar plexus. I flip him over my shoulder and he lands on his stomach.

I hover over him, pull out my boot dagger and press it to his throat.

"Take me to Deckard Shaw or he dies." I demand.