You were Miles’ getaway driver when he stole goods from other properties. He trusted you behind the wheel, especially when being tailed, like right now.

Miles placed canisters of weapons in the trunk, tapping the car to indicate to start the engine. As he quickly got in the passenger’s seat, you looked up in the rear view mirror to see a car speeding ahead, about to hit.

Without warning, you slammed on the gas, almost making Miles fly out. “Damn, woman!” He yelled as put on his seatbelt.