<span style="font-style: italic">Just my god damn luck,</span>Tyler sneered to himself, as he peered out of the corner of his azure eyes. Of all the things to happen to a man, on the run, down on his luck, this had to be one of them. There was an act of kindness, followed by a gun to his head- was this Karma somehow righting a wrong? What had he done to deserve this?<br/><br/>He sighed, and was about to take the keys out of his pocket when he heard the sirens in the distance. In a soft and calm voice, he asked, “Are those for you?” He already knew the answer, but he asked it anyways. Maybe it was his nerves, or maybe he needed to make sure she wasn’t a crazy lunatic by hearing her speak. Either way he asked it, and waited with tight breath.<br/><br/>He heard the sirens growing closer and closer, as his heart raced like a V8 on Nitrous. He didn’t want to get involved with this, and prayed he could maybe talk to her some more, delay it just enough that he would have no choice but to stop driving as the cops show up. However he thought the scenario in his head, and surely she would use him as a hostage in some long drawn Mexican stand-off, where he might find himself between a hailstorm of bullets. Not to mention his car, whom he aptly named Kate (after his celebrity crush, Kate Mara), would get caught in the crossfire too.<br/><br/>He didn’t have a lot of options. He wondered if he was doing the right thing as he lifted the keys to put them into the ignition. He knew he could hit the ground running, punch it to gear, fly through the dirt, and swerve around any cop car in the state. He knew how to handle his car. Still, he lingered with his hand, wondering if he should turn it. Wondering of the consequences if he agreed. Wondering if she would actually pull the trigger if he didn’t.<br/><br/>He swallowed hard, and muttered something more as his hand floated over the key. “Before I go, I just need to know why- why are you doing this?“