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The kid had gotten scared enough to back on out of the car. Enough for his cousin to slip in and start it for them both to leave. Hermès watched as the cops instantly pulled their weapons out. A pit forming in his stomach at just how jumpy they were being. It was an attempted hot wire not an armed takeover. Pigs. A part of him felt bad for the situation the new kid was put into, but then again he did try and steal a car from under a cops nose so…it was a little hard to feel sorry. Hermès slipped into the passenger seat and began to buckle up, signing with one hand as he did. [Color=67AB6D][i]”And this is why I hate pigs. They're all shoot first ask later.”[/i][/color]

He was just glad to have gotten out of that situation. Scenes of it replaying in his head. Finley, the old man, the drawn weapons. Both the operator and the first responders seemed shaken up by this new epidemic. They didn't get far in this New York traffic. Worse now than he'd ever seen it. [Color=67AB6D][i]”Everyone seems on edge. Like they are evacuating. Are you ok?”[/i][/color] Hermès asked as he looked at his cousin. They weren't moving right now so they could afford a little eye to eye conversation.