The auto weaved between cars parked on each side of the narrow road. Its speed increasing as the following Thrush began to catch up.
"Illya, I would rather you not kills us with your driving," Napoleon said returning fire at the lead car.
"Would you rather I slow down so they can catch us?" Illya shot back.
"No, but…"
"Well maybe you would rather take over driving?"
Napoleon took a moment to look at the road before them, which continued to narrow and swivel. "No, thanks."
"Then focus on the danger behind us, while I get us out of here."