When<strong>Felina </strong>saw the armoured car arriving, she knew that things were over. The plan had failed without hope to rescue it. It was only fortunate they had not really started anything yet. Nothing illegal had been done. She saw Bex turning away from the cashier, looking pale. Felina walked to her and the three girls met for a quick whispering discussion. She tried to reassure Bex. They had done nothing wrong yet. All they had to do was to leave the station never to come back. Of course, they would be on the security tapes for about a week, until they got erased and reused, but at least they had parked their bikes out of the camera sight fields.<br/><br/>The three girls agreed and left the store. Felina went straight for her bike and was a bit surprised to see Red going to Bex' one, and even more by seeing her sitting on the driver's seat. Bex was obviously upset but it was no time to argue about it, as Red probably knew very well. Felina blinked at them as she kicked her Night Rod's engine to life and headed for the road, making sure to drive around the area covered by the security camera and toward the direction that would lead them away from the town and the motel.<br/><br/>She gave a quick glance in the mirror to check that Red and Bex had come to a decision. She smiled, seeing Red starting the heavy bike with Bex behind her. And then she saw that big family van pulling out in front of her. She cursed as she made an emergency turn to avoid nailing her bike straight into the side of the car. She saw the fear-stricken eyes of the child on the back seat looking straight at her and heard her high-pitched scream.<br/><br/>Felina felt the rear wheel begin to skid out of control, threatening to capsize the bike. She cursed again. She was not wearing any protection. If she fell now, her skin would be horribly torn from her body before she ground herself under the van. Horrible, bloody images passed in front of her eyes.<br/><br/>Her right wrist twisted the accelerator to the maximum. She felt the engine roar and felt the kick in her pants as it jumped forward. She managed to straighten the bike while avoiding the van but then she saw the truck hurling itself toward her from the opposite lane, its klaxon bellowing. She quickly reacted and changed her direction, just enough to pass through the narrow space between the truck and the van, feeling the hot exhaust against her left thigh.<br/><br/>Her heart pounding fast but with an exhilarating feeling of freedom, she sped away, having regained control of her bike. She gave a quick, anxious look in the back mirror to see how her friends had coped with the situation. The Road King was heavier and less agile, but they would have had more time to react as well.