The faster that Hanz pushed the motorcycle the more distinct the scent became.<i> 'Mmmm, she's not too far away now, good.'</i>He told himself, and for as evil as that thought would appear to be in his mind it wasn't that way at all. In fact he wanted to catch up to her to talk things through, because now that he had some food in his belly, though not enough to completely satiate his hunger, Hanz was more focused, thinking more clearly, and he realized that what he had done was not the best course of action.<br/><br/>He held his nose up, sniffed the air, less than a mile away, lots of exhaust, rust, definitely an older vehicle, he pushed the pace, going well above 80 MPH now he was determined on the mostly open road. The roar of the Harley's engine was loud, she would be able to hear him coming, but he didn't care and he also didn't figure she would be able to track his scent with the way the air flowed during the drive. It was not long before she was in sight, the old truck, strands of her short hair flowing, it was indistinguishable, she was there. An old man was with her,<i> 'crazy woman, too trusting, though she could easily take him, still a huge risk.'</i>He wished she hadn't taken it, but in the end he felt like there was little choice but to still engage.<br/><br/>Hanz drove the motorcycle up to her window. He knew that between the roar of both engines and the wind that hearing words audibly and clearly would be a huge challenge. He had another idea, they both had animal genes, how about that method, it would be easier to catch the sounds that way. He sucked in a deep breath of air, "Grrrrowl urrrraaaahhhh heeeaoarrrrr!" Which loosely translated to 'we need to talk privately,' now all he could do was wait for her response and hope that the old man driving the truck didn't try to ram him, for that would surely not end well for him one way or the other. Hanz knew his reflexes were fast enough to avoid such a thing, and the shotgun he had spoke volumes as well.