Jamal glared at the droid, a look of pure disgust before he practically spat at her, “Could you draw any more attention to us, Liz?” It would be easy for the owner of the transport truck to take down their license; heck the paint transfer alone with the sedan’s individualized DNA for lack of a better name would give him the owner of the sedan. Sure, it was registered through about twelve dummy corporations, but eventually it could be traced back to Vivian. She would need to somehow pay off the driver or the repair shop, more money she would have to shell out for her misfits.<br/><br/>Vivian sat back in her seat, scooting closer to the Cyborg, an amused smile across her face as she listened to the banter between her head bodyguard and Elizabeth. She realized that she had been the root cause of the accident and in truth; the droid gave her too much pleasure, to see her free and enjoying herself, to allow a small amount of money to worry her. She turned her attention to Richard, “I believe it would be you who would do the shafting,” she replied with a sly wink.<br/><br/>“So Elizabeth, once we reach our destination, how are we going to extricate Neil and his floozy from the police?” She doubted her knowledge of the situation surprised the droid, there had been countless times in the past that she had impressed her with her awareness. Vivian’s network of spies was enormous and she used it relentlessly to keep track of not only her enemies but her closest associates. She did not reach the top of the corporate game being a nice woman.