The heat of Rio clung to the skin like oil. Devon stood atop the rooftop of an old colonial building, watching the streets through high-grade binoculars. Across from him, Logan adjusted a long-range scope, perched behind a disassembled sniper platform. Lacy and Raven moved through the market below, blending into the chaos of color and samba.
"They're here," Devon muttered, zooming in.
The image sharpened: Dominic Toretto, Brian O'Conner, and their growing crew Roman, Tej, Han, Gisele. They were moving pieces into place.
"Vault job," Raven whispered through the comm. "Target's the federal police building. That safe holds Hernan Reyes' drug money."
Devon smirked. "They're bold."
"But not stupid," Lacy added from the ground. "They've got muscle and brains."
Devon's eyes narrowed. "We're not here to stop them. We're here to observe."
Logan raised an eyebrow. "Just observe?"
Devon nodded. "For now. If Reyes' empire collapses, it creates a power vacuum in Rio. Someone will fill it. That's where we come in."
"And if the vault gets intercepted?" Raven asked.
Devon's smile darkened. "Then we move."
Later That Night – Hidden Safehouse, Rio
The system pinged inside Devon's head, overlaying new data across his contact lenses.
Event Detected: Unauthorized Vault Movement Variables: Dom's Crew, Reyes' Men, DSS Agent Luke Hobbs Optional Task: Hijack Backup Funds (Reyes' Cayman Accounts)Reward: $80 Million in Digital Assets + Offshore Banking Access
Devon didn't hesitate.
"Raven, start cracking the Caymans. I want every offshore account Reyes ever hid. I guarantee he didn't put it all in that safe."
Raven nodded, already booting her terminal. "They're encrypted behind three firewalls, but I've cracked worse."
Lacy leaned against the wall. "We're not touching the vault?"
"We let Dom's crew take the heat," Devon said. "We stay ghosts. But we bleed Reyes from the shadows."
Logan chuckled. "I like the sound of that."
The Heist Begins – Devon's Perspective
From a distant tower, Devon's team tracked everything vault chains, bridge angles, satellite feeds, and Rio's police comms.
"They're using the Charger twins to drag the vault," Raven whispered, impressed. "Brazen."
"But effective," Logan added. "Look at 'em go."
The chase unfolded live: the vault tearing through streets, Reyes' men crashing, Hobbs catching up, chaos raining.
While everyone focused on the steel ballet across Rio, Devon's crew hit the digital fortress of Reyes' fortune. Raven's code swept through Cayman Island servers like wildfire. One by one, accounts were drained, anonymized, and redirected through a shell network Devon had built months earlier.
"Sixty million. Seventy. Seventy-eight," she said.
"Get us to eighty and pull out," Devon ordered.
"Done."
He turned to Lacy. "Extract route?"
"Jet boat's ready. We're ghosts."
Aftermath – The Ghost Heist
Dom's crew vanished with the vault. The world buzzed in awe at the madness of it all. Rio was a city on fire, Reyes was dead, Hobbs was pissed, and Devon Shaw's name never surfaced.
In the darkness of the Caribbean, a sleek yacht floated quietly.
Devon stood on the deck, looking at the data pad.
"Eighty million cleaned. And no one saw us," he said.
The crew stood around him, all holding drinks.
"Not even Dom Toretto," Lacy smirked.
Raven raised her glass. "To the ghosts in the machine."
Logan grinned. "And to whoever's dumb enough to be next."
The system chimed again.
Global Shadow Level Increased Threat Detection Active: Cipher Tracking Your Digital Signature New Opportunity: Weaponized AI Transaction in Tokyo Underground
Devon's smile faded into something sharper. "Then we move again. Next stop Tokyo."