The sound of horns blared continuously, competing with the noise of other vehicles. Zig-zagging through traffic and occasionally breaking the law, the small car sped forward. Many drivers cursed in frustration as the car darted past, its compact size allowing just enough room for two passengers. Behind the wheel was a local young man dressed casually in a T-shirt but layered with a bulletproof vest. His passenger, a man wearing a shirt and vest, mirrored his appearance.
"Could you slow down a bit?" Alan asked, gripping the handle tightly.
"Relax, I guarantee our safety," Udin replied as he swung the steering wheel wildly. "Aren't you frustrated that we only got permission to investigate just now, sir?"
"Well… a little."
Whatever was going through his mind, Udin kept driving like a madman. Perhaps it felt like just another simulation from a racing game he often played. Strangely enough, every near-accident seemed to be avoided at the last second.
