Kumi had not for once let loose of the pedal. Her foot stayed stuck down and the car was roaring over 240 kmph. Luckily for Hild, Kumi was the driver of the team, but at every bump, her Mustang was copping a scratching to the underside. Uh...Kumi? You think you can slow down? Nope. No way in hell am i staying anywhere near that freak. Best thing we can do is flee and meet up with Mark and Grant. Try them on their phone. Wincing again as the telltale noise of metal on concrete reached her ears, Hild pulled her mobile out and speed dialed Mark. Hello? Mark, its Hild. Big shit just hit RPD HQ. We need to meet up. Where are you? There was a pause before he answered. How about the City Hall? It isnt too far from RPD HQ and the bank, so i should get there in a few minutes on foot. Hild, still confused as ever, agreed automatically and relayed the message to Kumi, who in turn, turned the car so much it lifted on two wheels and sped down off the highway.