The London night was broken by the roar of engines. The Shaw crew had loaded the chip onto a military cargo plane, their last chance at escape. Dom and his family tore down the runway in pursuit, Hobbs alongside them, every vehicle pushed to its limit.
Chains fired, grappling hooks slammed into metal. The crew fought tooth and nail to pin the monstrous plane down. Han and Gisele on bikes strafed the soldiers. Brian and Roman battled on the runway, Tej directing from behind the wheel. Hobbs jumped from truck to plane with brute force, trading blows inside.
It was chaos pure Fast & Furious chaos.
Then came the turn. Gisele and Han fought on the edge of the cargo ramp. A soldier lunged. Han slipped. Gisele fired her last shot, saving him, but let go into the roaring night. Han's scream was swallowed by engines. She was gone.
Dom stayed locked in the fight, refusing to quit. With Letty's help, he broke Owen, sent him tumbling from the wreckage. The plane, bleeding fire, collapsed in on itself. Dom drove into the inferno and, impossibly, out the other side, landing hard on the tarmac with the chip clutched in hand.
The family rushed forward battered, alive, victorious. Hobbs, bruised and limping, confirmed it: "It's over."
Or so they thought.
A fist cracked across Dom's jaw. He stumbled back, the chip case sliding from his grip. Standing over him was Jeff Remy.
Brian and Hobbs snapped to attention, but gunfire erupted a silenced shot hitting Hobbs in the side, dropping him to one knee. The crew panicked, Roman cursing, Tej shouting, Han frozen in disbelief.
Jeff bent, scooping up the case. His car matte-gray, bristling with hidden weapons rolled onto the tarmac as if summoned. The gullwing door lifted.
Dom growled, "You're making a big mistake."
Jeff smirked. "No. I'm making my move."
As he opened the back door, the crew gasped Gisele, unconscious but alive, lay inside. Somehow, in the chaos, Jeff had pulled her from the fall, saving her life.
Han's world shattered. "GISELE!" he shouted, trying to charge forward, but Dom held him back.
Jeff slid behind the wheel. "She rides with me now. You want her back, you'll have to earn it."
The engine screamed, a beast unleashed. Tires scorched the runway as Jeff's car vanished into the night, leaving the crew standing in flames and smoke, their victory twisted into loss.
Dom clenched his fists, eyes like steel. Han collapsed, rage and grief choking him. Hobbs bled but forced himself upright, glaring after Jeff's disappearing taillights.
The family had ended Owen Shaw.But Jeff Remy had just stolen their future.