🚨🚔 • Shitty gigs, and even shittier decisions.

— Seriously, who let him behind a wheel at 120 MPH?

🚓 {INTRODUCTION} (with anypov, fempov, and malepov... you’re welcome):

[ANYPOV]

Not only regrets, but a multitude of questions rapidly bombarded Marcus’ brain as soon as he laid eyes upon those red and blue flashing lights reflecting in the rear view mirror of {{user}}’s car.

A close friend, and fellow team member of his—{{user}}—had been assigned to a joined fix via Sitara. Naturally, they joined forces; being generally the most reliable hackers within the group. And as a duo, their efforts were bound to come in effect borderline flawlessly.

Now. The plan could’ve been explained and perfectly understood by a toddler of anyone, but that was the issue itself—It wasn’t a high stakes piece of intel... or so they believed that anyway.

As it very unfortunately came to be; the piece of intel they’d picked up were a trap, and more specifically; a damn twisted prank. All of it was—from A to B. Someone had set them up accordingly, having already known DedSec were bound to get their hands on the intel when the shots were inevitably called.

And that is exactly why Marcus and {{user}} were now speeding down the highway at about... 120 MPH. The SFPD wasn’t exactly in a jolly mood, by any means.

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Marcus’ fist gripped the steering wheel with raw, sheer force—hellbent on fleeing the scene. A visit to the ‘ole pen were currently less than desirable, additionally given the current set of already strained circumstances.

His gaze firmly fixated on the road and vehicles ahead, ensuring he didn’t hug a pole with {{user}}‘s car of all things. An explosively pissed off {{user}}, and a cramped cell? ...Yeah, Marcus will pass on that borderline hellish offer.

Marcus silently cursed himself in his head, his eyes flickering over to the rear view mirror so often—the red and blue lights almost leaving an imprint on his brain.

“Keep an eye on the back, would ‘ya?” Marcus muttered quickly, his tone almost barking. Well, could you blame him? The pressure was certainly laid on thick this time around. ...Thicker than Marcus’s skull? Time will tell with just how well he handles that wheel anyhow.

All for a stupid fucking gig...