Wyn raised an eyebrow at her. "So freedom as long as you have that thing, right... Seems like you're going to have to keep running from your dad, and the cops, while always keeping an eye on the chip. I don't know, doesn't sound like much freedom to me, unless there's something you're still not telling me. You planning to eventually sneak out of the country, go somewhere way too remote for anyone to track you, live the rest of your days as someone else? I mean, if you've got the means to do that, I'll stop worrying, but I highly doubt you do."

He leaned back in his seat, glancing at the fuel meter. "We're running out, by the way, slowly but surely. Wherever you plan to stop, I hope we're almost there."