[While part of his mind hopes Chrissy is making her way out safely, most of his focus is on distracting the cop car that has found him. It's a pretty funny game, actually - driving just fast enough that they can't catch him, but just slow enough that he doesn't lose them. These cops are fucking nuts, though, reminds him of home - they're happy to speed right up to where they can almost ram him from behind if he's on a straightaway for too long. And unlike him, they know the city - all it takes is for one of their friends to catch up and cut him off and he might find himself trapped in some narrow alleyway with no way to escape but on foot. And he doesn't love those odds.
He leads them in a long chase before turning tightly and doubling back. They'll probably figure it out eventually, but for now he's clear, for a few minutes, leaving them far behind as he zigzags through tight corners and back alleys. The abrupt change of direction has him returning toward the hardware store - where Chrissy must be hiding, hopefully. Looks like she got the gate open at least.]
We got two minutes, c'mon!
[He shouts toward the gate as he approaches, then parks, but he keeps the engine running - and his fingers anxiously tap out a beat on the handlebars as he directs his gaze from the gate back toward the road behind him.]
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He leads them in a long chase before turning tightly and doubling back. They'll probably figure it out eventually, but for now he's clear, for a few minutes, leaving them far behind as he zigzags through tight corners and back alleys. The abrupt change of direction has him returning toward the hardware store - where Chrissy must be hiding, hopefully. Looks like she got the gate open at least.]
We got two minutes, c'mon!
[He shouts toward the gate as he approaches, then parks, but he keeps the engine running - and his fingers anxiously tap out a beat on the handlebars as he directs his gaze from the gate back toward the road behind him.]