"No, I've been good! I mean, mostly." Neil professed. He had maybe ruffled a few feathers once or twice, but not in awhile and not from anyone with the smarts or temperament to take their revenge cold like this. 

"Well, they're on us and I haven't been here more than a few days." She reasoned, pulling the Callisto up to keep the pursuers on their toes. Neil looked at the rear-view screen and saw them gaining on the air-car. The mechanic saw visors lifting and men standing up, lifting small arms. Neil grimaced. He didn't want the hot girl to get hurt, nor for the Callisto to get damaged, and as an afterthought he felt like getting shot would hurt. 

"Lemme take the helm," Neil said quickly. 

"Gonna show a girl how it's done?" She asked, fluttering her lashes. A plasma bolt shrieked past them, and bullets began to ping across the back of the Callisto. The hot woman gave a squawk and tried to scoot over as Neil slid into the seat, but all that ended up occurring was a tangle of limbs until her shapely butt hit the seat just beside Neil. 

"Go go go!" She said, but Neil did the last thing anyone would expect. He put the Callisto in neutral mode, took a deep breath, and then shut its engine off. There was a sudden feeling of weightlessness and silence as the thrumming of the power halted, and then the vehicle plummeted towards the station. Bullets and lasers whizzed by just above them as Neil put his glasses on and his seat belt, in that order. 

"Might wanna strap in, babe." He advised, and the hot girl hurriedly did so as they began to pick up speed. Neil counted to eight aloud, and just before it seemed like they would shatter onto the tallest spire, Neil flipped the switch, the engine roaring to life like a terran lion. As an afterthought, he flipped on the radio, [url=https://youtu.be/0Ijoxcwg1Lo?t=34]music[/url] blaring to life as he took control of the fall. He spun the air-car, nose diving under a maintenance zip, one of the many bridges where self propelled storage units were shipped across the terminal, before skimming just ten meters above the main drag of the terminal in a swoop that sent wind scattering clothing and loose papers on the street below. 

"Where are they?" Neil asked, switching gears. 

"Ten o'clock." The girl called. "Two hundred meters back, maybe." 

"Good eye," Neil remarked, impressed. Neil nearly hit the [i]Soaked Stack[/i], lurching the Callisto sideways until the aft and bow switched places, the back boosters igniting in flames as Neil reversed directions over an alleyway just as one of their pursuers rocketed towards them. 

"Should I start panicking?" The girl asked. 

"I got this," Neil remarked, switching power to the lift thrusters, knowing this pursuer was going too fast to stop. The Callisto burst upwards, leaping over the air-car. The two saw a brief flash of Xenos and human faces before the vehicle slammed into an office building at 172 kilometers per hour. Neil switched thrusters again and turned the Callisto in an arc, launching the air-car into a gaping, industrial hole in the wall of the terminal as the other three cars came into view. Curiously, Neil saw they looked to be fighting themselves too just as blackness overtook them, the lights flaring to life on the front of the vehicle. Neil saw the shaft immediately squeeze into a smaller tunnel, and the lights touched a dead end suddenly. The fact it was an end that transformed into a forked path was little comfort

"Start panicking!" Neil blurted, hauling the vehicle back with all power before turning it, testing the Callisto's craftsmanship to its limits as the air-car skidded through the air like a stone tossed above a lake, the wall leaping to meet them until the last moment, Neil chasing the Callisto to a left trajectory as its back end pinged on the steel of the wall. Before they flew down the turn, in the distance they saw flames from other engines flashing in their vision. 

"These fuckers are relentless!" Neil amazed, rocketing the vehicle forward another three hundred meters before they reached an opening, leading into a small pocket where the recycled water met in an four sided aqueduct where eight tunnels met. Neil didn't take any tunnels, instead dropping the Callisto down just below the opening to land on a rusted alcove, shutting the engines and the radio off and freezing. Twenty seconds passed, and no pursuit was evident. Either they went the wrong way, they gave up, or they did not see where exactly Neil and the woman went. The former and the latter were more likely than the second thought. 

Neil took his glasses off and whistled appreciatively. "I haven't done a chase like that in...well not for awhile. Are you good?" He asked. hoping she was ok. She seemed pumped up after it. That was endearing. A fellow adrenaline junkie. "Sexy right? Also I'm pretty sure you haven't told me your name yet."