Taxi!
You leap out of your car and begin waving at passing taxis. The big guy whose car you hit follows you around, shouting in a language that you don't understand. Then he sees your gun under your jacket and goes away.
Finally, a taxi swoops to a halt.
"Drive, drive!" you say, hopping in.
Red Eye hasn't made it far. The taxi quickly catches up.
"Pass this guy," you tell the driver.
"Why?" he asks, suspiciously.
"Just do it," you say, tossing a twenty-dollar bill over the seat.
Red Eye's car swings alongside. You can see Anna slumped in the back, and Red Eye scanning the buildings for something. He doesn't pay attention to your taxi.
You roll down your window, lean out, and shoot out Red Eye's tire. Red Eye's car skids, spins, and crashes into a row of parked cars in a shower of glass.
The taxicab driver slams on the brakes. You're out the door before the cab has stopped moving, dialing Woo on your phone.
- "He's stopped"...
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