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SLIM, DELICATE FINGERS FLEW over the keyboard, the perfectly manicured nails hitting each key with deadly precision. The clacking sound was the only thing grounding Natalie, and the only thing keeping her from stalking after Luke Hobbs so that she could beat the absolute shit out of him.

Yes, he was twice her size and had muscles the size of Texas, but he lacked... well, everything else. He had no skill or strategy, he just simply swung and smashed as though he was The Incredible Hulk.

And just like the fictional green monster, the floor practically vibrated with Hobbs' heavy steps, despite his attempt at stealth. His heavy military-grade boots only amplified the deep and thundering sound that resonated throughout the office space.

Unable to resist the smirk that tugged at her lips, Natalie kept her eyes locked onto the screen in front of her, trying not to ruin the surprise. Thankfully, her hair was concealing her face from anyone who wasn't directly in front of her, and Hobbs was to her left.

Despite her twisted version of excitement, her heart couldn't help but pound with reminders of what Hobbs had done, both to her and technically to Owen. Small sparks flared on her abdomen, making Natalie clench her jaw as she tried to will them away.

Not now, she begged, knowing that their current plan would go extremely wrong if her scar kept playing up.

Deckard, who was standing behind Natalie's chair with an arm resting over her shoulders, glanced down at his wife worriedly. He began rubbing circles near her shoulder almost instinctively, knowing it was one of the things that would always help her flare-ups.

Despite her discomfort, Natalie continued to transfer the files from the computer to the USB. Her typing didn't falter, not even once.

The couple tensed even more as Luke Hobbs entered his office. The DSS agent cleared his throat, grabbing the attention of the married couple.

Not giving Hobbs a chance to say a word, Deckard held up his left hand and raised his pointer finger, as though he was dealing with a child.

"Just one sec." The Shaw man spoke, not even sparing the agent a glance as his eyes were locked intently on his wife, who, thankfully, sagged in relief when her pain subsided.

Hobbs raised his eyebrows in surprise at Deckard's attitude, stepping further into the office in an attempt to get closer to the pair, and in preparation for a fight.

"You sure as hell aint the IT guys," the agent spoke, thinking he was being smart and snarky, but all he was really doing was pissing the pair off even more, "so you better start talking before I break that finger six different ways and stick it right where the sun doesn't shine."

Forcing herself to continue typing instead of landing a swing on Hobbs' massive face, Natalie waited for the moment that the cat would be out of the bag - the moment that Luke Hobbs realised he had missed his mark, and that she was not, in fact, six feet under like he had been told.