Mikan didn't know what to do; she was miles away from home with a stranger on board her car speeding away from unknown pursuers that were now out to get her. How she ended up in this exhilarating predicament, she had remembered all too well.

It had been quarter to two when she had finished filing all the documents her boss needed for the next day, exhaustion hit every bone on her body when she leaned on the glass panel as the elevator went down the underground parking lot. There was a blaring sound of things getting knocked over when the elevator came into stop on the 14th floor. Startled by the unusual sound, Mikan stepped out calling out into the dimmed darkness onto the deserted hallway, "Hello?"

Curiosity had killed her fear when she stepped further to the arched door where she heard the blaring sound of breaking glass, disaster had plagued the room but the culprit was nowhere to be found. Then suddenly there were silhouettes of two men holding out a gun and another that looked liked two people, one holding the other on a headlock. Instead of running away like an ordinary person would do, she crept forward, slowly striding to hide herself yet her eyes never left the figures. They were having a conversation, she discerned as she watched the other waving the gun around. It held her distracted, causing her to knock herself over an office chair then all of her fear had come, tumbling down like an avalanche. The figures whipped their heads into her direction- or so she thought as she stayed on fours, crawling her way back to the elevator.

Once she was down, she staggered her way to her Porsche, her keys jingled as she brought it out, evident that her hands quivered in fear. Turning the ignition on, Mikan took a deep breath to calm her nerves. Then all of a sudden someone got into her passenger side and just yelled "Drive!"

Momentary shock overcame her, and then as if on autopilot she shifted her gears and stepped on the gas, speeding away from the building. And as they turned down the block, a set of black Autos pursued them, causing Mikan to tense up as she darted away from the traffic, hoping to lose them in the process.

"Is this an on-reality-slash-movie or something? Are we being filmed? Why in the bloody hell am I being chased?!" came Mikan's series of questions while sneaking a peak of the stranger beside her, her voice unsure of what to actually asses of the situation he had brought her.

"Why am I being fuckin' chased like I'm some fuckin' hoodlum on the run?!" She asked coarsely, her chin jutting out and hand clenched against the steering wheel to keep herself from lashing out.

"It's best if you mind your own business." He said pensively, his tone brisk and husky as he glanced behind their pursuers who was a block away from sight. It was a wrong answer coming from the guy who invited himself in.

"Seriously? Well tough luck asshole, I ain't calling this minding my own business if you stuck your ass up in that car seat of mine. If anything, it was you who didn't mind his own shit." Mikan said so cynically, she would be quite proud of herself she wasn't so vexed from his answer. Grunting, the stranger ruffled if dark hair seeming frustrated as he glanced back again, massaging the bridge of his nose.

"I'm being chased," He supplied shortly, Mikan rolled her eyes as she let out a sarcastic chuckle.

"Yeah, I kinda figure that out. Maneuvering my Porsche away from wannabe movie car chasers and all that jazz."

Her sass was grating on his nerves, she knew, with that clenched jaw and furrowed brows she knew all too well. There was a pause as she waited for him, giving her ample time to cross the downtown traffic.

"Let's just agree that I'm some kind of agent," he started.

"Okay, like a Mafia underling- got it." She nodded he glared at her head, she glanced at him and smirked inwardly catching his glare. Even how terrifying he looked, it didn't seem to faze her, not really when he was desperate enough to slide into her car uninvited.

"I was off on a mission to 'catch' someone," he quoted as if telling her of a different code she didn't quite catch. ", The extraction plan didn't work, and I had to find some way else to escape so here you are." He mused, after a few moments he leaned back like there were no people out to get them, too relaxed. Something was flawed.

She glanced back again only to find that no one was chasing them. "Wha-"

"They knew what car I'm in. It wouldn't take long after they trace this car's details and ownership-" He sighed, answering her unuttered question "I guess there no point saying you're not involved in this anymore."

"Damn straight you are." Mikan jeered smugly than she intended to, and it was there she realized that she was in a getaway car with no destination, no idea what was out to get her and more importantly with a strange man in a suit. More than terrified, she was having mixed emotions of being thrilled, frightened and hesitant of this new adventure but with all that she didn't give two shits about. Her heart palpitating as she thought of the next few hours, where she would end, what she would do and if she'd survive. Yet all her pessimistic thoughts went out the window as she looked at the man beside her and asked,

"Where to?"