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NO MATTER how much she denied it, Astra Hart knew that she wasn't a good person.
Maybe she figured it out when she joined the Black Wolves, as a means to save one life, not caring about the countless more that would be lost. Or perhaps it was when she sold out the heist group, just to save her own skin.
But the true epiphany came when she found herself behind the wheel of a car, driving with utmost determination as police sirens wailed behind her.
"Astra, what are you listening to today?" Phoenix asked — god had she missed that question in some strange, twisted way.
"Used to love her, Guns N' Roses." She yelled with a small smile over the blaring sirens.
"I fucking hate that band." Phoenix scoffed and Astra swears she almost stopped the car ( the only thing preventing her were the cops behind them )
She was shocked, to say the least. Who in their right mind doesn't like Guns N' Roses? "You're fucking with me, right?"
"Not in the slightest." He shook his head, lifting it up to the sky as he shouted for the cops to fuck off. "Have you gone off AC/DC or something? That was your favourite band, right?"
"I-" she began, preparing herself to argue, but was interrupted by the ringing of her phone. Before she could answer, Phoenix snatched it from the girl.
"Hello?" The man questioned, "no she doesn't want to fucking talk to you."
"Who is it?" She asked Phoenix, speeding up the car as she spoke.
"Your boyfriend." Shooting him a glare, Phoenix rolled his eyes, placing the phone on speaker. "She can hear you, but so can I asshole."
"Why are you doing this, Astra?" Morgan questioned, his voice so loud it was partially cut out through the phone. "Just turn around, nothing will happen to you, I promise."
"I don't trust you, Morgan. You were selling me out, I don't fucking know why or what you got from it. But you were."
"Selling you out?" He repeated, "is that what you think of me?"
"Tell me how you found me so quick. Tell me who the arrest was for, if not me." She awaited an answer, only to be met with silence. "You know, if it wasn't me that the FBI was planning on arresting, why is it I'm in the middle of a car chase?"
"There's a fugitive in your passenger seat, Astra." He deadpanned. Astra nodded her head — well, he wasn't wrong.
"Shit, way to call me out." Phoenix commented with a laugh.
"You're lying to me, and your friends. Who — by the way — I know are listening." She pointed out.
"Astra," he begged through nervous breaths, "I really care about you. Please don't make me do this."
