I looked at the scene outside of the window. Speakeasies and bars littered the alley which we drive through. Smoke filled the car as Fransisco smoked another cigarette. I watched him flick the lighter and bring it close to the cigarette.
An idea started to form inside of my head. I looked forward to see the driver look at the street in front of us. The automobile did not have a lock on the door like modern cars. My hands were not tied yet I still felt as if I were imprisoned. Francisco seemed like the type of person who could fire a gun at a second's notice. I sighed. If I were to escape I have to do it fast and efficiently. As a chemist, I lacked the physical strength or artillery skill to take on the man next to me. The best course of action is a distraction.
The lighter earlier gave me an idea but the driver was currently watching me with the mirror next to him.
Tch.
