The situation had suddenly escalated to a whole new level. A level that Kimberly wasn't comfortable with at all. The constant pressure of these cars coming after her and whatever was inside that briefcase was too much. Following Ross's advice, Kimberly diverted off to a side road. It was alleys and smaller streets. Avenues, boulevards, expressways. Everything like that was off limits. Only God knew what was coming for them and Kimberly had no intention of getting any piece of it. If it was anything like the movies, there was probably bigger, badder vehicles coming in. As a matter of fact, she wouldn't be surprised if there were guns involved.

It had been a while since she had done something remotely this risky. The days of doing some pretty dangerous shit day in and day out were behind her. Not with all she had on the line. Taking a slower pace after noticing there were no cars behind her, she turned her lights off and slowly cruised down the alleyway. The more she stalled the more of a chance she had against these people. They were gonna look for her elsewhere and that meant she had a window to get the hell away and peel to the meetup area. 

Pulling out of the alleyway, Kimberly floored it and peeled down the perpendicular street. She wanted to make her way back to the meetup and get this briefcase out of the car and these people away from her. She didn't want to deal with these people any longer. Taking another turn, it was clear through and through. Did her tactic really work? Why wasn't there anyone around? It was much too quiet. Kimberly really didn't like how there wasn't anyone around. Not even a single car parked along a sidewalk. The more she went down the street the more uneasy she got. At any moment a car could've popped out of nowhere and run her down. Going down the road at a moderate pace, she was scanning the road as best as she could. 

Right on cue, two pairs of big GMC Yukons came out of nowhere and surrounded her car. There was no way to get around them other than going into the alleyway nearby. She really had no choice but to dart in through there. It definitely wasn't a smart idea but at the rate these Yukons were going, it was better than being trapped. Going down the alleyway, she was flooring it to make it out as fast as she could so that she would be able to figure out another way to escape. Nearing the exit, the experienced driver was able to see the light illuminating the road in front of them quick enough to decide her next course of action. There was to be no turn taken with this. 

Dropping a gear, she floored it and flew across the road into the next alley. She was hoping this was the last time she would be in an alley. The longer she stayed in these things the more she felt like she was being lead into a trap. A trap that was going to be the end of her. Reaching the midpoint of the alley she was prepared to make a sharp right and escape regardless of what was there. She really wanted to make sure she was out of this maze of alleys. But, there was a literal block in the road up ahead. A pair of headlights appeared up ahead. It was the unmistakable signature light from a Dodge Charger. Kimberly cursed to herself and quickly threw it into reverse to back up and get out. But, the car behind her was a step ahead of her by sealing her way out. The only way left was the exit to the right, and she didn't have the space or time to get out. But even if she wanted to do something, she couldn't. Another pair of headlights showed up beside her.

"Ross! Ross! ROSS! I'M IN TRO-"

Kimberly stopped what she said out of sheer horror as she watched the lights get brigher and closer from all three sides.  

This was it. There was nothing else she could've done except accept her fate right there and then.