“Go!” Andrea yelled as she entered the passenger seat, bags in hand. “Come, on, Frank! They’re gaining!”

“Andy, I’m not sure…” Frank fiddled with the dirt under his finger nails.

“Frank, are you fucking serious? We’re like three fourths done, now floor it!” Frank was hesitant, but when he heard the police sirens he slammed the gas pedal and they were off.

“Andy, how did we think we could get away with this?” Frank glanced at rear-view mirror and saw the red and blue lights.

“Frank, you act like we’re caught. We’re this close to the border, please don’t bail out now.”

“I’m not. It’s just that… Andy, I don’t want anything bad happening to either of us.”

“Well something bad is going to happen if you don’t step on the gas petal and head for the fucking border like a Mexican.”

“We’re almost there, so please stop using bad language.”

“Frank, seriously… what the fuck was that noise?”

“Andy, we have a flat tire!”

“Fuck get out the car, run run!”

“They’re right behind us… damn. Fuck this.”