The drive, although swift, had been uneventful. The longer they spent on the road, the more distant the threat of the crime boss and his gang catching up to them seemed to get. It would probably still have helped to stay alert, but drifting away was tempting, especially to seek some relief from the memories of last night's events. Kirk had likely figured out that he was in trouble, since he had not returned to their dormitory the night before, and he was sure that his entire cohort would know he was missing by the afternoon. How was he going to explain this one? Provided he was eventually going to return to his life, of course. The thought of that not happening was simply too much to handle at the moment.

"You're not? So you don't actually need to see what's on it, or...?" He asked in confusion, still unsure of where they were going. "I mean, we're still looking for a place to access it, aren't we? Well, if they don't want to cause a scene like you've said, then a public place should be as good as any."

He noticed when the road split into two. It would help if, again, her father did not have some device tracking the chip itself. Even if that were the case, it depended on how many vehicles were after them. They did not have a chance to have a look at that detail. Multiple cars could split up at a fork like the one they had just passed.

"So does your dad usually travel with like, a whole convoy?"