London's East End didn't raise boys.
It forged them.
Concrete jungles, rusted fences, back-alley deals it was survival training with no teacher. But for the Shaw twins, it was home. Two sides of the same coin. Fire and frost.
Deckard was the brawler first to throw a punch, last to walk away.
Devon? Devon was the quiet storm. Eyes always watching. Mind always working. He didn't fight unless he could end it in a single move. Efficient. Cold.
And together, they were untouchable.
Even as kids, they ran the street like kings Deckard stealing bikes for fun, Devon upgrading them for speed.
"How the hell did you make it go that fast?" Deckard once asked, eyes wide at a dirt bike that now ran like a rocket.
Devon just smirked, hands covered in grease.
"It's not about speed. It's about control."
Deckard didn't get it then. But he would.
Age 10 – The Warehouse Job
Most kids were learning multiplication. The Shaws were learning the black market.
Their uncle ran a chop shop on the edge of Camden just enough out of the way to avoid cops, but close enough to move product fast.
Deckard worked security. Devon? Devon was under the hood, his tiny hands rewiring ECUs and bypassing trackers like he'd done it in another life.
Because he had.
[System Notification – Skill Upgrade: ENGINEERING → Tier A Unlocked]
With each upgrade, his brain sharpened. Every machine he touched, every line of code he read it all just clicked.
And he didn't tell anyone.
Not even Deckard.
Keep it quiet, he thought. Play the long game.
He wasn't just fixing engines.
He was building his empire.
Age 13 – First Getaway
Deckard got in a fight with a local gang. Bad one. Real bad. Blood, bats, blades.
He radioed Devon with a burner.
"Need wheels. Now."
Devon was there in three minutes. Not with a taxi. Not with a bike.
With a stolen Jag XJ220, fully tuned.
"Get in," he said, already sliding sideways across cobbled roads.
They tore through the city like smoke, outrunning cops, gangbangers, and even a bloody drone chopper by the end.
"Where the hell did you learn to drive like that?" Deckard asked after they ditched the car and vanished into the shadows.
Devon glanced at him, cool as ever.
"I just don't like losing."
[System Notification – Skill Upgrade: DRIVING → Tier S Unlocked]
Bond of Blood
They were brothers, yes but more than that.
They understood each other.
Deckard was the fire. Devon was the forge.
Deckard handled fists, Devon handled tech.
One beat the world into submission.
The other bent it from behind a screen and a steering wheel.
They never said "I love you." Not their style.
But when Devon hacked a private MI6 drone just to bail Deckard out of a street war?
That was love.
And when Deckard broke a rival's collarbone for touching Devon's tools?
That was loyalty.
Age 15 – The Fracture Begins
MI6 came knocking for Deckard. They saw a weapon one they could point.
Devon watched him leave with the recruiters, standing silently behind a busted skyline shell.
No words. No goodbyes.
Just a nod.
Deckard walked into the world of black ops, assassins, and secrets.
Devon?
Devon walked deeper into the shadows.
Street races. Hacking syndicates. Cyber-heists. Weaponized cars.
He went underground and made it his kingdom.
Because he didn't need permission to be powerful.
He had the System.
And he had one rule:Never get caught.