Liberty was at this point chilling in the truck, legs up on the dashboard as their local buddies were loaded into the back of a truck. Quite fun indeedy. Up until some terrorist folks decided to come by and ruin all the fun. Nope, not up Liberty's aisle at all. She turned back and sighed, actually turning on the truck and flooring it once everyone was inside. She knew everyone in the truck was being ragdolled but Liberty gave as many fucks as the amount of money Greece had. These janky-ass trucks had tricky transmissions, but once you got the hang of them they were just as good as any other car out there. She whipped the car onto a street, shifting down and flooring it again as she wove in and out of traffic. "You okay, Lancaster? Or are you gonna lose it on your five-thousand dollar getup?" Liberty pulled the emergency brake and pulled into another alley, running through it.

Surely someone must've been nauseous following them. Maybe their local nerd Bugcatcher was disoriented. Kinda bad considering Liberty was operating off of Bugcatcher's word. She really did hope they had a plan to go. She wasn't in a particular mood to get captured. Liberty looked up further and happened to see a roadblock. Lancaster and his big mouth jinxed it! "You mean those roadblocks?" Liberty screamed at Lancaster, before she saw the machine gun being loaded. Liberty had to think fast, and her definition of a getaway meant swerving off the road and falling onto a road on a lower level. The impact definitely shook the truck up, but Japanese trucks were built for abuse.  Lovely things, these. She just wished they weren't the signature vehicle of this area.