You slip out of the lot as other cars slip in, thankful to have avoided the morning crowds, but still worried you cut it a little too close. Every thought now is towards getting away, to getting home, to getting your plans back on track. You got away with the transposer and can put it to better use than Professor Montana ever would.
"Make a right up ahead. Go down to Granite Street." You snap out of your delusion and remember your passenger and accomplice in crime. "Did you hear me? We can hide out at my place."
You sweat and raise your voice slightly, "I thought we agreed to go to my house! We're almost there already." You take quick glances over to Angelina who has the matter transposer idling on her lap. Her fingers wrap themselves around the handle like pale serpents with gleaming black tongues.
"Who's the girl with the gun?" She snaps. "Look, I'm not going to bite. I'm not going to do anything stupid. We got away with something really big here, and I think it would be better to go to my house for now. Okay?" She taps the transposer against her leg and gives you a cold stare that does little to reassure your worries.
You turn the wheel and follow her directions until you've parked outside her house. "Come on inside. My parents aren't home. We need to talk about this gun of ours." A suspicious, snaking smile slithers across her dark lips. "What are you so afraid of?"
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