"Possibly cheri...and there you go...you are wrong on that last part, Ricardo will come and go from the undergrounds. He is a slippery monster who tends to spend more time underground than in his own three story mansion. As for no one knowing those tunnels better than you...I know one person who does." Watching him closely as he peeled away from the cops she wondered who he may be talking about but knowing himâ€¦. â€œIâ€™m guessing you are talking about yourself.â€ A light laugh passed through her lush pink lips and amusement shined in her green eyes. Her body easily moved with the car so that she was not thrown from here or there. She had perfected balance in order to be as successful as she was since nine out of ten times she was tight rope walking. That was of course figuratively and un-figuratively since she had indeed escaped Markelo by running across a thin cable and then severing it so that he fell into the piles of trash back in New York.<br/><br/>They had a long history together and she found herself sighing lightly and was strangely relaxed around him. Their conversations never consisted to anything more than light, flirting banter but still she had grown to like him. Her head fell back onto the head rest and her eyes closed but her next exhale was one of irritation, â€œSix months.â€ She said without looking at him as he continued to drive, â€œSix months of planning, computer hacking, scrambling systems, and detailed maps. Not to mention an exponential amount of side plans encase anything failed.â€ She rubbed her eyes tiredly and finally looked out the window and saw they were in a field, â€œWhere are we going by the way?â€