"A truck?  And how do we explain a truck turning around within five minutes and heading back with not only more drivers but also different ones?" she asked, gripping her gun in Alice's hands and pushing it down, taking it and setting it on the floorboards "Yes, it's the best way to sneak in at the moment, but not now; we have to figure out where it's heading and when it's supposed to arrive next, then sneak in at the 'appropriate' time.  Now you have a choice to make, because if we're seen he might call in: either get out of the car and pretend you're having car troubles and need help, praying he's a good samaratin but I doubt it, get us moving and hope we get out of here without being seen and track the car later, or brute force the truck driver guns up but not blazing, or let me get under you and pretend we're fucking so he doesn't call in and we can tail him from a distance.  Whatever we're doing, you have about three seconds to decide!"