Carrie Flint was not in a good mood. She had been kept late at work, and now was late picking up her two year old daughter from day care. The road past the motel being closed hadn't helped as she'd been forced to take a detour and the Saturday Rush-hour traffic was starting to build up as she arrived. to be cut off by that freaking armoured van was the last straw.<br/><br/>Dina was waiting outside, hand held tightly by Mrs Grant, who ran the day care centre. She was fretting and tugging, and Carrie sighed heavily as she pulled up. She was just thankful she already had a full tank of gas, because the armoured van had pulled into the gas station, presumably to collect the takings.<br/><br/>She strapped Dina in to her child seat quickly, suppressing the child's struggles with practised ease, and then slid around to the driver's seat of the big BMW SUV. Starting the engine, she glanced in the mirror, just as Dina let out shriek. "OW! Do be quiet while Mommy's driving, there's a sweetie". And she pulled out, totally failing to spot the two bikes bearing down on her.