Beth wasn’t sure of what to think about Chris’ questions. Did he generally think that she had an answer? “I don’t know what the fuck they do. I’m a driver, not an artefact nerd.” She leans back into the driver seat, relaxing a bit, despite the growing feeling of exhaustion. She seemed to be looking for something as she drove.
After turning a particular corner, she slammed her foot against the brakes and brought the van to a stop. Opening the door, she looked over at Chris and nodded. “We’re switching to a car: Standard stuff really, you should go grab the artefact.” She reaches into the side of the van and pulls out a set of keys, as well as something she kept hidden. She stalked over to a much smaller vehicle than the van: A hatchback car, which she then opened the boot of.
Waiting for Chris to take the artefact and put it in the car, Beth walked over to the original getaway car, before pulling out the grenade. She pulled the pin and chucked the grenade into the car, before walking over to the new getaway car without a care in the world. The satisfying sound of a very loud explosion rocked out from the van, as it was blown apart and set on fire simultaneously. “God, I love this job.”
Sitting back into the driving seat, she looked over at Chris, feeling much better in a real damn car. “So here is my plan, we get back to my place: I get talking to a contact of mine, we figure out what the hell that thing is, and we take it from there. Got a problem with that train of thought, Fist-ee?” Not waiting for an answer, she put the car into gear and did a quick 180 turn, going down a different street and driving past the desolated van without a care in the world.
After ten minutes of driving, Beth pulled up in front of an above average sized house. It looked reasonably private, and could have easily been confused for a family home. At the front, a rather expensive looking 4x4 was parked. “This is where we’ll be crashing. Pick a room that isn’t yours and get comfy.”