"You think?" he said glancing her way.
"Yeah well, we can't stay here all day, let's go Stryker chop, chop home boy."
"Maybe." he said as he let off the brake a little as the Corvette advanced ever so slowly. Then just as the car reached ten feet in range of the booth, a figure emerged from out of a dark corner.
"Stryker!" Aurora screamed as the driver pressed down on the gas.
"I see him!" he replied as the car powered through the toll booth gate like a missile blasting the wooden arm to bits. As the sports car rocketed past, all the while the man in black released his assail of aggression until the car was up the ramp and turned out into the street.
"Son of a bitch…..how the hell did he know we were there?" Stryker yelled over the roar of the cars power plant.
"I don't know, but now I know why assassins fear this guy." Aurora said as God's Nightmare roared through the streets of a Sunday morning. It was in their favor that it was a weekend morning and streets were clear of most traffic making their escape more superior. Glancing into his rear view mirror more than the windshield, the driver propelled the lightweight car toward the Midtown Tunnel.
"Where are we going?" Aurora bellowed.
"The hell out of this city!"
"Stryker, we have to beat this guy and take out Crow to win the game."
"Game, do you even hear yourself?"
"What?"
"People are dead, remember? People that have nothing to do with this damn game as you call it," Stryker yelled feeling his blood boil over the whole thing.
"Yeah, I know but I still need to win this damn thing to help my sister and her family."
"Aurora, the only thing you're going to get is killed, nothing more."
"No, you're wrong Stryker. I can beat this Reaper and take out Crow too."
"Yeah and what about me, did you figure that into your little kill plan yet?"
"Well…..no, I haven't figured that part out yet."
"Look baby, I know you need this money, I know that it's a lot of it too but I still have a job to do and find out who the hell is Fat Daddy."
"Yeah, I know it's a CIA thing."
"You sound like you hate who you used to be."
"No I don't…..but I hate what they turned me into."
"What's that?"
"Their little kill puppet."
"But you're still a hired gun Aurora."
"Maybe so, but at least I kill for myself, not who they send me out to murder."