"With Dear Lady Liberty right in the middle of the storm? You might as well ask Father Christmas for a new train-set, and you know that." George spoke calmly to his fellow gentleman agent, easily driving his car while keeping the conversation going between them. An intersection stood before them, the lights turning yellow and signalling the cars to slow down and stop. George on the other hand had no intention of doing so. "Hold on, Thom, and put down pistol away. We're gaining enough attention as it is."

The Aston Martin weaved its path elegantly between an old Ford Pickup and a Polish truck filled with fridges, vegetables or some other poor man's item, speeding into and through the intersection without as much as a scratch in the paint. Several angry, or just confused drivers, took their oppertunity to honk the hell out of him, but he simply shook his head as the beauty of a dark turned left and kept driving towards the docks. "What happened this time with Lady? She was supposed to go quiet in and out, and now she's in deeper shit than Yemen?" 

It was a close call, but as George skid around a garbage truck at the end of a narrow alley, the docks came into view. "There we are. Drevan, what's the situation and adviced line of action?" George was quick to get on the comms now, having had no time to turn them back on after getting blown of the factory window. But before he could get an answer, he heard an unmistakeable from behind. Without waiting, he turned around while sitting in the car, scanning the alley they had just exited. The garbage truck still stood there, and behind it came the sound of incoming police cars. 

"This'll buy us some time." George pulled out his pistol and fired two shots behind him. The two bullest buzzed through the air, finding their marks in the garbage truck's wheels and puncturing them. "Scotland Yard will have to find another way around now. The gunfire probably discouraged them too. I didn't like it, but I think it worked. Now, Drevan, Thom, what now?"