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She hadn't gone too far, but he still chose not to answer her. He needed to concentrate on the drive ahead. He revved the engine, and it whined in response to him, as he raised it a few meters and went right over another car. It then occurred to him to turn the siren on. He flipped the switch as he went into a curve, putting the vehicle up on a side, but still maintaining a traction on the road, and the lights and siren blared. "I hate that thing." he commented about the sirens. He lowered the under jets, causing them to drop under a larger hover truck, and then gunned the engines again once they were through to jump a light cycle. He took another curve, putting it to its side again and drove along the side of a large wheeler truck, carrying its freight cross country. He jumped the edge of the next curve, landing hard on the way below, right in front of another vehicle, driving even faster. It was mainly just to distract him from his worries at the moment. It was mildly therapeutic. He swung the car again, taking off the edge. He didn't even really think about Page's well being.

He waved off her comment like it was nothing. He could see the Industrial Complex up ahead. He jumped the edge of the highway and landed on somebody's rooftop before ramping off of that onto the streets below, narrowly missing an old lady that was crossing the street. He then revved the engine and shot off like a dart towards the factory that was surrounded by Peace Keepers.

Azrael-Abandoned Factory

Dave drove down I-74 towards Invictus City. The police back home were getting rather bold in their attempts to capture him, and he needed a change of scenery anyways. Change of scenery, this definitely was. Calling this part of I-74 a simple roadway would be an understatement, as each side was 5 lanes wide and 5 lanes high for low-flight vehicles. Dave's old and trusty station wagon was a wheeled vehicle, and one of only a few on this stretch of highway, the rest being air cars.

Dave took the opportunity to leave a little mark behind, and shifted the gas engine into neutral while engaging the rear electric motors, switching to rear-wheel drive. He used all five lanes to drift the small wagon gracefully left and right around the curves in the road. He was traveling quite a bit faster than the other traffic, but didn't check the speedometer because he was busy weaving between double- and triple- trailer semis like they were gymkhana cones. A small smile crossed his face as he wove his car through traffic.