Not A Small-Town Girl

After completing the job, they would head overseas to lay low. The reward would be enough to keep them comfortable for a good while.

Danielle watched the pursuit through the side mirror, her demeanor unruffled. "Slow down a bit, Juniper. Don’t lose them entirely."

Juniper caught on immediately and eased off the gas, deliberately messing with their pursuers by switching speeds in a disorienting pattern.

The cars behind struggled to keep up, narrowly avoiding collisions. Inside, the passengers were thrown about chaotically, curses flying with every jolt. One unlucky man in the backseat was thrown forward into the front seat, nearly knocking himself out.

"You idiot! Do you fucking know how to drive?" the leader of the group barked.

"It’s not my fault... That woman is doing it on purpose," the driver protested, feeling aggrieved.

them! Force that car

crash into them. ’What a joke. With those cars, they’d never catch up, even at full speed,

over up ahead," Danielle said. They had reached a deserted stretch in the

gunshot rang out, and one

a driver as Danielle, wasn’t to

sharp. "They’re not just here to scare

"This just got interesting, she thought. Just then, Danielle’s phone rang. It was David. She didn’t want to answer, but the phone wouldn’t stop

finish, several more gunshots

the other end of the line, David immediately shot to his

steady voice, calmly assembling