Will practically ripped the car phone out of it's receiver. Even though his '92 pickup was the newest on the market, nothing had come standard with car phones yet, and the giant block of a transceiver flung up onto the seat behind him as he yanked. Will held the phone receiver with two fingers while at the same time holding the wheel with that hand, and he used the other one to adjust the transceiver and begin dialing.

"Hello?"

"Abby, it's me."

"What's wrong Will? You sound tense."

"Lots, I don't even know how to start. The guy in suits, dad. Oh god, dad. I can't believe I left him."

"Wait! Start over. What happened?"

Will held his tongue for a moment, trying to form the words. "I don't know."

"What?"

"I don't know! I got to dad's, and when I walked in he was dead. Some freak was in the house. Blood was all over his lips and hands, it was obviously him that did it."

"Oh my god. Did you call the cops?"

"No! It gets weirder! If I told you, you wouldn't believe me."

"Try me."

"This guy showed- HOLD ON…"

The well dressed man was standing in the middle of the road. Will spun the wheel and jammed on his brakes. The car cried out in agony and swerved, narrowly missing the man once again. Will dropped the phone onto his lap and gripped the wheel with both hands. He steadied the vehicle and booted the gas again. The truck headed onto a main road, crossing over from grassy dirt to asphalt. The tires could grip much easier now, and the truck rocketed ahead.

Will pinned the phone to his ear again. "Hello?"

Nothing.

Will groaned and hung up the receiver. It rang again a moment later, and he picked it back up.

"Hey, sorry-"

"Listen to me very carefully, William. If you want to live to see the sunrise tomorrow, you are going to have to follow my directions to a T."

The speaker was certainly not Abby. The voice was a man's voice. It sounded Caucasian, deep, and calm.

"Who are you?"

"My name isn't important right now. Your safety is. The man who is following you? He is called an Agent. He will not stop perusing you until you are dead. Do you understand this?"

Will swallowed hard and thought about the gun.

"Yes."

"Good. Follow the 10 into downtown New Orleans. We'll meet you in Jefferson Heights. Do not stop at red lights, do not follow traffic laws. Do what ever it takes to make it here safely."

"Why? You want me to get arrested on top of all of this?"

"No. You can break what ever rules you have to because in thirty minutes they won't matter. Jefferson Heights. We'll find you. Good luck."

Will heard the phone click, and he pulled it away. He stared at the receiver, a confused look written across his face. Will hung up the phone and pulled onto Route 10.

That's when he noticed the agent behind him.

The man was in a white sedan. His face was neutral, and he pulled up along side Will as Will got onto route 10. Will's hands were shaking now. Things were spiraling out of control much faster than he could mentally handle. He extended his leg, his muddy shoes pushing the accelerator to the limit. Will pick up the phone receiver again. He dialed 911 with his fingers as he kept the other hand on the wheel.

"911. What is the nature of the emergency?"

The 911 operator was female. She sounded young.

"Yes" Will practically coughed the words out. "Please help me. I am being chased."

"Tell me what's happening, sir. Where are you?"

"On Route 10 heading east."

There was silence on the other end of the line.

"Hello?"

"Please pull over Mr. Spencer. We need to have a conversation."

He recognized the voice immediately. The man in the black suit. Will shot a glance behind him. The man was still following him in the sedan. There was no phone! How was that even possible? Then Will remembered the ear piece snaking down the man's neck. It was connected to 911 though?

"SHIT!"

Will smashed the phone receiver several times on the dash board. He realized that his shirt was clinging to him, he was sweating so bad. He weaved in and around cars as the sedan kept a close tail. OK. Jefferson Heights. Within thirty minutes. He could make that no problem.

That's when the empty symbol on the truck's gauges lit up.