As Crawford flung himself into the car it was doing maybe fifty miles per hour. Schuldig had his foot to the floor and his head thrown back. The girl crouched in the back looked small and scared, but thrilled and relieved. Her greatest enemies had rescued her.
"Where are we going?" Crawford yelled over the rising wind.
"Away," Schuldig grinned maniacally.
The speedometer hadn't changed for maybe thirty seconds, though they were still speeding up.
"I ought to be driving," Crawford groaned, sliding down in his seat. "I never meant for you to drive."
"You hate my driving," Schuldig smirked. "You all right back there?" he yelled over his shoulder. The reply had to be mental, since neither the girl nor Schuldig spoke further. They wouldn't have been able to hear each other anyway.
Schuldig's eyes lit up. He took one hand from the wheel, making the car veer dangerously, and spun the knob on the radio. It came out so loud that Crawford had no idea whether it was a DJ prattling, a concerto in E Minor or God Save the Queen by the Sex Pistols. It was so loud that it took him several seconds to realise they were being shot at.
"Finally," Schuldig laughed. "Finally!"
"You are not meant to be enjoying this," Crawford murmured. "You are insane. We are all going to die."
"That a prediction or a request?" Schuldig turned to him. "You can't predict chaos. I am chaos." He spun the wheel on the car so they spun once, maybe twice, and they accelerated back towards their recent employers.
"I hate you." Crawford turned away. On a whim, Schuldig leant over, slowly, calmly, and kissed his cheek.
"I know," Schuldig said. "What better person to die with?"
The man driving the other car recognised and evaded the move far earlier than Schuldig hoped. It gave him no choice but to drive on. The girl on the backseat sat up carefully as they shot past.
"Death or Freedom!" Fujimiya Aya screamed, making both men jump and the car lurch sideways.
"I am the antichrist," the radio blared.
