"Look, I don't see the point," Ashe said as she sat beside Enma in their car.  They were far from lovers.  They were simply two people who needed each other, at least for the time being.  "Why align ourselves with the White Capes when we can just stay neutral?  If we were with the White Capes we wouldn't even have this car!"

Enma considered this, and she was right.  If they aligned themselves, they would be restricted.  As Grey Capes they could do what they wanted, good or bad.  He gripped the steering wheel tighter in frustration.

"Don't even worry about it," Ashe said and began to turn through the stations.  Enma hated when she did this, it always distracted him, but she didn't care.  She flipped through several stations before settling on a news station.

"–break at Meta-Prison.  There's no way of telling how many have escaped or what they will do," the man on the radio reported.

Enma and Ashe sent sideways glances to each other.  "We should get there," Enma said, though he left no room for argument as he began the route to the prison.