"Try not to look conspicuous", Lin grabbed his hand and lead the way to the dance floor.
This was a strange place to meet up, was she giving him signals?
He placed his hands on her lower back which she proceeded to raise higher, now was definitely the time to start hitting on her.
"You look good", he lowered his hands again and brought her closer to him.
"Do you want a punch in the throat?", she stopped dancing.
Highly amused Abel brought her closer and they resumed dancing.
"Alright, what is it?", he smiled at her.
"Those cars you stole have been rigged with explosives and I need you to make them nice and hot. There's a race going down in Chinatown tonight, and I think you should give them some tough competition.", she'd let him turn her around.
"I'm all for messing with the Rollers but honestly I'm not the best racer.", he turned her to face him.
"Look I know these guys if your in the lead just for the final stretch, they're gonna hit the nitrous to blow past you. When they do, boom. As soon as those cars are wrecked get the hell out of there. You're no good to use dead."
"Alright, I'll do what I can", Lin stepped away from him.
"Thanks for dance. Now hurry up, you've got a race to win", she walked away and disappeared in the crowd.
Race, Chinatown, Exploding cars.
Abel had only got the bare minimal of the conversation after Lin had whispered,"boom", in his ear.
That woman was strange.
Why did she get upset with him earlier if she was just going to flirt anyways?
After standing on the dance floor like a lost puppy for about five minutes Abel snapped out of it and made his way to the church. He had enough time to help Dex and Troy out before the race started.
The Saints were really starting come into their own.
After an amusing view of Dex correcting Troy on the correct saying of The Carnales and a blood battle over territory it was finally time to head over to Chinatown and win that race.