A few minutes later, the three of them are packed into the vehicle, speeding through the streets as they try to make distance. Some police cars roar past them, but they pay no mind to Vanessa's vehicle, heading in the direction of the docks.
Finally, sure they're not being followed, or at risk of being reacquired, they permit the car to slow, as Vincent lets out a long sigh. "Damn... Well that was an experience I don't really wanna repeat. Who the hell was that brat? Oscar's kid, or something? I didn't think he had any. He wasn't married or anything." Lawrence grunts, nursing his wounds. "That's hardly a prerequisite, sir."
Vince sighs. "Whatever, now we have to worry about where to go from here. If we just head to our homes, they could come after us again."