"Jack wants someone to protect Audrey while he speaks to the President."
"While he what? How's he gonna do that?"
"Knowing Jack, by doing something crazy."
"What does he need to speak to him about so badly?"
"There's a conspiracy involving the government. The only way Jack can be sure he won't be intercepted and silenced is by going directly to Keeler."
Michelle shook her head, astounded. "Well, what if the President's involved in this conspiracy?"
"Then we're screwed." Tony made a sharp right turn into a tunnel and stopped the car. "Come on."
"Come where?" Michelle asked, though she was already opening the door.
"We have to switch cars or the satellite pictures will get us caught in no time." Tony stepped out of the car and began to run towards the other end of the tunnel, with Michelle close on his heels.
For once in his life he was glad that the traffic was moving slowly; they reached the other end quickly and he stood in front of a car nearing the exit, pointing his gun at the driver.
"Get out of the car!" he shouted. Michelle was already heading for the passenger door.
The terrified driver obeyed quickly and nervously. Tony came around to stand closer to him. "If you report this to the police, I will have you hunted down and killed, you understand?"
"Y-yes!"
"Good. Now," Tony threw the keys to the car they had just abandoned at the man's feet. "Take the black SUV at the other end of the tunnel and go wherever it was that you were going."
The man nodded quickly, grabbed the keys with trembling fingers and ran away. Tony got in the car next to Michelle, slammed the door shut and began to drive.
Having now run out of conversation immediately relevant to their current situation, the two of them sat in the car in a rather uncomfortable silence, looking at the road and trying to think of something to say that wouldn't make them even less comfortable.
"I hope this is really worth losing my job over, Tony," Michelle said finally.
"It is," he said shortly. He glanced over at her and added, "Besides, unemployment isn't so bad. You get to sit around a lot."
"You're still unemployed?" she asked, turning to look at him with an expression which was either disappointment or concern.
"Well, people don't really go out of their way to hire convicted traitors."
She looked away again. Then, quietly: "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. 'S not your fault."
The silence returned, but the two of them were perhaps just a little less uncomfortable.