"What we do isn't exactly a picnic either." He replied, suddenly turning the handle bars to jerk the bike back into a straight line. "Damn." He cursed, knowing that he should hardly be driving even with a high value individual such as her. "You don't deserve to experience for five minutes what we go through on a daily basis, it wouldn't do you justice. You shouldn't have to suffer like we do, risking our lives as well as our friends." He responded, noticing that a car was very steadily gaining on them. "There's a handgun in my left jeans pocket, I'm hoping you can use it without shooting me."