Leaving the jewelry store at a rather accelerated pace, a common, plain-clothed man with a parcel tucked under his arm jumped into his white, slightly dirtied Ford Bronco. He then hurriedly concealed the package under the front passenger seat making certain to prevent it from being seen from people passing by. He then tore out of the parking lot attempting to avoid drawing attention to himself or his accompanying bundle. He knew it would only be a matter of minutes before the police would be on his trail and he couldn't have them catching him so he would have to make certain he covered all his tracks and make it as difficult as he could for his pursuants as he could. For starters he had to dispose of this car and acquire his new transportation; a new model Corvette conveniently located in a pre-arranged spot just behind the rail road tracks near Market St.
English: 1990 Ford Bronco (front view)
English: Ford Bronco (first generation) in Reykjah...
English: Two tone late model Ford Broncoat I-15. Efficiently he removed all traceable evidence of his existence from the Bronco. Now heading in the opposite direction he was originally going, he and his package continued the chase already in progress. Entering onto the interstate he planned on obtaining a very large lead on his pursuists furthering his immunity from an almost inevitable prison cell, where he almost certainly would end up if apprehended. At this very quick speed he increased his lead and put himself out of danger. After half an hour, he exited in a conspicuous place where his hide-out was located. 'They'll never catch me in here,' he thought.
Getting out of the car, he cautiously made sure no one was looking as he took his package into his hide-out. Opening it he realized he'd been bugged. They had placed a small tracking device inside one of the rings...