I turned around to see a TSA car still following us. I knew we had to come up with a plan fast, so I quickly searched for any side roads or exits that we could take to lose them. As the TSA car continued to follow us, I realized that this was far from over and we were in for a wild ride. The pursuer, on the other hand, gradually began to tap the car's bumper, causing the stability to move left and right.
"Could you maybe drive a bit faster?!" I shouted, my heart racing as they continued to collide with the bumper.
But then, as we entered another intersection that was less populated with vehicles, they dispersed like birds.
My mind was clouded with confusion, which spread to Brie and Hans as well. Why would they just leave? If the TSA wants us so bad for those briefcases, why chase us for a few minutes then leave to go on your lunch break?
It was so confusing to the fact it was almost disturbing. I shook my head, as we headed on through the street.
