Right after she exited Han began to walk back towards her car. An old relic from before Spain was obliterated by a giant alien city. The silver Mercedes was as sharp feeling and sophisticated as when it was manufactured, mostly thanks to Han being able to service it constantly, feeling every minutiae detail about it and adjusting it whenever she had some freetime. The results were not visible but rather could be felt from the air suspension being lofty yet grounded, enough to feel the road but not so much as to make the ride overly stiff, seats that were black leather yet lacking any sun discoloration or rips from the years of use, and tinted windows that like transitions lenses let just the right amount of light through yet were nigh impossible to see through from the outside. “Us living organisms do not like temperatures that are too high or low so how about some air conditioning?” She said as she strapped herself and took the wheel, letting Dom ride shotgun.

Her driving was not very featureful, in fact, it was almost too stale. She let people merge and any passerby cross the sidewalk, something not very common in New New York. After a few minutes of driving around alternate routes, considering a large highway was still destroyed, she suddenly shifted her demeanor. She shifted down gears and kept the revolutions of the car’s engine a little bit too high before she took a turn at a sketchy road. Her eyes remained locked on a car not too far away from the two, a moment later she spoke: “Sorry Dom but I don’t really like those guys. I saw them from this area’s CCTV before I arrived here and they don’t seem very nice at all!” In reality, she had just watched them as she got close to the local network and decided to let out her inner violence on the probably, definitely, totally, criminal aliens.

What came next was expected. She rolled down her window and pointed her machine gun out of the window like a MAC-11, though not sideways as she was too white for that. Adjusting the fire rate she let a two second long burst out of the gun, her aim unwavering as she sprayed her target. What she aimed for was a parked car, one with quite nice alloys and some aliens chilling. They were listening to some song she did not recognize but assumed was some alien thing that was horrendous, definitely. One of them almost managed to aim his sidearm though being the quicker draw Han managed to gun him down. All three of them were left with between 10 to 13 shots on their bodies from a full power cartridge, mostly knocked out from shock and left to die either from blood loss or organ failure. Once the casing hit the floor, and Han pulled the machine gun back into her car she rolled up the window and sped off to the location. “Sorry about that but I had to really let them know they cannot just park there you know? That’s like loitering and stuff.” She said, her face brighter now.

Eventually, the two would reach their destination, Han stopping the car a good distance away while Dom was sightseeing. “So, how are we getting this guy to follow us?” She asked her colleague for this mission, her hands on her legs as she turned off the car and simply watched from a distance and her gaze moving between Dom and Azot. She really did not understand what he was doing, or that the people around him were poor, but she recalled her mission being something along the lines of teaching him a lesson but not killing him.