Her cell phone buzzed in her back pocket, the only thing she had remembered to bring with her. Every weapon she had brought was in the bag in the car that was currently chasing her. Balancing the bike she reached into her back pocket and withdrew the phone. She chucked it to the side, regripping the bike and pushing it faster. She easily weaved through cars, her hair whipping behind her, completely free for she wasn't wearing a helmet. She turned her head to look back, her eyes sorrowful and full of defeat. She didn't care of what she was doing anymore, she wouldnt be ordered around anymore. She mouthed the word 'sorry' before weaving around another car and jumping the curve. The bike was just like another extension of herself, moving with frightening grace and precision.