Manny raised an eyebrow at the sudden kiss Ellie gave Madeline. His hands in his pockets and his head tilted to the side, he couldn't sense magic as well as the others, but he knew it from other signs. Still, had to say something. 

"Didn't think she was paying us [i]that[/i] much." 

Once they made it to the van, Manny gave a wink to Morgan, tossing her the keys. "Know a guy from another job that moved to the city awhile back, called in a quick favor." He said to everyone present. Opening the door to his van, he hopped in the front seat as he continued to speak. "Kennedy, take the front seat with me." He called. "Ellie, I'll need you in the back ready to shoot if we need it. Fuckin' Morgan doesn't know who she's talking to." 

His last words were given in a chuckle. Truth be told, back in his home town he'd been known as somewhat of a daredevil. Riding around town with his friends, his ass sometimes sitting on the windowsill of his cardoor going 70 in a 30. Not that he'd done it for kicks in awhile, but it came in handy when dealing with certain paranormal creatures, or non-understanding authorities. Hand eye coordination was a life saver. The tall detective revved the car up when the two ladies were inside, and with a screech of rubber on concrete, he was backed out and on Morgan's trail. 

Grinning, he sped the car faster once he saw the toughs that were pursuing them scramble out of the way. "Might want to hold on," he said curtly to the two women as he hit the same speed bump Morgan did, the car sailing a foot off the ground for a split second before tires hit the pavement once more. Luckily, Manny wasn't too engrossed in his driving or in the excitement. He heard Morgan warn him of the threat just as he saw it himself in the mirror. 

"Got it." He replied, and even as the words left his lips, he spun the wheel and slammed on the brakes, sending the van spinning outwards to clip the other vehicle. The man on the running board was shoved off by the momentum, and he hit one of the concrete pillars that held up the next floor of the parking deck. Manny could have sworn he saw a red stain at the pillar before his vision shifted along with his vehicle. 

During the spin of the Van, he found out that he wasn't the only one who hadn't had the time for a seat belt when Kennedy was sent bouncing into his lap. His collarbone suddenly covered in soft hair, and he exhaled air when the weight of her shapely body landed on his. Manny blinked in surprise. The way they'd often bickered he never would have admitted it, but in any other circumstance this wouldn't have been unwelcome. He opened his mouth to say something witty, but he suddenly realized there was not time for that. "Hold on," he told her, looping an arm around her waist as he put the petal to the metal, the van now screeching as it backed up and out of the parking deck. 

Shooting out in reverse, he spun the wheel and the vehicle whipped to the side, nearly striking a lamp post, avoiding it by a mere foot. He saw Morgan about to turn the next corner, and without delay he sped on after her. Civilians scrambling and an airport security guard furiously yelling into his mic. Behind him, the car he'd bumped was now shooting out of the deck as well, but thankfully without needing to make an extreme maneuver, their Van's momentum was far more stable. "You ok?" He asked Kennedy. "Ellie? You alright?" 

Once he got confirmation, he let go of Kennedy's waist and shook his head at the entire situation. "Might be old fashioned, but maybe you should buy me some coffee first." He told her, though it was more of a tease. He gave her a wink to showcase this as she scooted back over to her seat. Putting his seat belt on now as they turned the corner Morgan did, Manny got her on the phone. "They're still tailing us. Might want to lose them quick before we got the PMPD breathing down our necks."

As if to further aggravate the situation, two bullets ricocheted off the top of the van. Manny gritted his teeth, really wanting to be the one with the gun in this situation. But he trusted Ellie. "Fuckers." He breathed. "El, see if you can hit their tires or the driver. We need to cut them off, now."