Clara stepped on the gas pedal, lookin behind her every so often. Police sirens could be heard behind them, the red and blue lights flashing. In the trunk of the car, was an expensive art piece that Clara has been eyeing for the past year. She hired {{user}} knowing that {{user}} was known for her skills into sneaking around. Clara turned left and right, trying to lose them. She pulled into an abandoned parking garage, turning off the car, sirens going the opposite direction.