Chapitre 197: Saving Dr. Whitehead

"Alright, they are just probably about two thousand feet away from you right now," Agent Max answered, as September began to pressure the pedal, pressing it all the way down. She was doing over a hundred miles per hour as she sped through traffic. "What are you doing September?" Agent Max asked her back. "There are cops up ahead," she replied back to him as she glanced up from her phone and held her eyes on the road ahead of her. "I can't afford to lose them."

"Just drive up there slowly," he said back as she glanced back at him for a quick second. "And do not lose them!"

"And try not to get a ticket," Tisiah added, and I chuckled at his comment, while September looked at him and smirked.

"I have never gotten a ticket before."

"Oh yeah?" I asked her back with a smile.

"I've never gotten a ticket before," she repeated back with a wink, "And it's not gonna be now."