Location: Los Angeles – Days After the Explosion
The blast at Echo Park changed everything.
Dom stood among the wreckage of what was once his home the scorched driveway, the blackened bricks, the echo of sirens that never seemed to stop ringing in his ears. Every step he took crunched broken glass. The coffee mug from that morning still lay shattered near the front porch. A warning, a declaration, and a war cry wrapped into one.
The phone call haunted him:"The sins of your past have come due."
He already knew who made the call.
Deckard Shaw.
This was personal.
Location: Tokyo – Flashback: Han's Memorial
A makeshift shrine had been set near the spot where Han's car was last seen. Photos, candles, flowers. The Tokyo crew came in silent tribute. Dom stood among them quiet, burning.
Mia stood beside him, hand on his shoulder. Tej and Roman stayed in the back, respectful, uncertain.
Brian approached quietly. "You think Deckard did this?"
Dom didn't blink. "I know he did."
His fists clenched. "First Owen. Now Han. He's picking us off one by one."
Location: Downtown Los Angeles – Night
Deckard Shaw walked calmly through the ruins of a covert CIA black site. Alarms wailed, bodies littered the ground. He'd gone in alone, like a ghost and left the place in flames.
He was hunting now. Not just to kill. But to hurt.
Dom's crew? They weren't just a team. They were family. And Shaw would rip that family apart, piece by piece.
But what Deckard didn't know was: someone else was watching him.
Location: Tokyo Outskirts – Devon Shaw's Hidden Lab
Devon leaned back in his chair, replaying the footage of Deckard's rampage frame by frame. His enhanced HUD scanned heat signatures, vitals, movement trajectories but his eyes were fixed on one screen: a secure satellite feed watching Mr. Nobody's convoy move through the Caucasus Mountains.
Inside the convoy? A prototype. Something Devon had heard whispers about from cyber mercenary circles. A myth called The God's Eye.
"The ultimate surveillance tool," Devon murmured. "And now it's real."
He sipped from a steaming mug, exhaling slowly. "Not yet," he told himself. "Let them fight for it first."
He smiled faintly. "Then I'll take it from them all."
Location: Los Angeles – Abandoned Factory
Dom had tracked Shaw to a derelict warehouse near the LA River. No police. No backup. Just fists and fury.
Deckard waited inside calm, unbothered finishing a pint of Guinness pulled from a nearby crate.
"You keep showing up like a bad habit," Deckard said.
Dom stepped in, eyes on fire. "You don't get to touch my family."
Deckard cracked his knuckles. "You already lost one."
The two collided like titans fists slamming into ribs, elbows cracking against jaws, concrete splintering beneath their weight.
It wasn't a fight. It was punishment.
Every blow Dom threw was for Han. Every counter Deckard gave was for Owen. They fought through metal pipes, broken glass, and steel beams until the ceiling cracked above them
BOOM.
An explosion shattered the rooftop, and military-grade drones swooped in.
Flashbangs burst. Lasers scanned. Black-clad soldiers stormed the site.
A calm, almost amused voice echoed through the speaker:
"Gentlemen. Hate to interrupt family therapy, but I believe we've all got bigger problems."
Location: CIA Black Jet – Airborne
Dom sat across from a man in shades and a smirk.
Mr. Nobody. Clean-cut, tailored suit, completely unfazed.
"You've made quite a mess," Mr. Nobody said, showing him footage of Deckard storming multiple black ops sites. "But I think you can help clean it up."
Dom frowned. "Why me?"
"Because you're the guy who always gets things done. And because the guy you're chasing is chasing us."
Mr. Nobody stood and pressed a button. A holographic projection displayed a glowing orb rotating mid-air.
"The God's Eye," he explained. "A program created by a hacker named Ramsey. It can find anyone. Anywhere. Anytime."
Dom narrowed his eyes. "So where is it?"
"She gave it to friends. The problem is, those friends are being chased by Jakande — a warlord with a private army and a lot of firepower."
"And Ramsey?"
"Still alive. Being moved through the Caucasus Mountains in an armored convoy."
Mr. Nobody grinned.
"You want Deckard? Help me get Ramsey and the God's Eye. You'll get your shot."
Dom didn't hesitate. "I'm in."
Location: Caucasus Mountains – High-Speed Convoy Assault
The mountain wind howled. Snow churned in every direction. Armored trucks snaked along the cliffside like steel serpents.
In the lead vehicle, Jakande stared at a tablet showing encrypted files.
"She's still not talking," his soldier reported.
"She will," Jakande said. "Everyone does."
But before he could speak again— BOOM.
Explosives tore the road apart. The assault began.
Out of a military plane in the sky above, Dom, Brian, Tej, and Roman dropped in — literally skydiving cars, slamming down onto the convoy in a hail of impact.
Gunfire erupted. Tires screamed. The rescue had begun.
Dom rammed a Humvee into a cliff wall, leaping out mid-motion. Brian fought through the prison transport, taking out guards with brutal efficiency.
Inside a reinforced cell: Ramsey, bruised but unbroken.
"Who the hell are you?" she asked Brian.
"Your ride."
Location: Edge of the Mountain – Moments Later
Jakande's helicopter roared overhead, opening fire as the crew barely escaped. Brian and Tej disabled the back trucks. Roman screamed through in his custom Challenger, dodging missiles.
Dom, in a Charger with Ramsey riding shotgun, launched off a broken bridge mid-firefight.
CRASH. They landed. Just barely.
Ramsey looked at the crew in awe.
"You guys... are insane."
Dom smirked. "You'll get used to it."
Location: Tokyo – Devon's Lab
Devon watched it all from encrypted satellite feeds — Ramsey's biometric tag, Deckard's heat signature, Jakande's retreat.
He leaned forward, hands steepled.
"So that's the God's Eye," he said softly. "A map to everyone... and everything."
His AI interface whispered, "Would you like to initiate a retrieval operation?"
Devon shook his head. "Not yet."
His eyes watched as Mr. Nobody handed Dom a tracking device.
"Let the game unfold," Devon whispered. "Let them run and fight and bleed for it."
He looked at a nearby locked vault labeled [Prototype: Ghost Key].
"I'll take the Eye when they least expect it."