"Okay, so the cops are after us!" Bradley yelled as he dove into the car. He turned to look at Jared who was in the driver's seat, a cigarette hanging haphazardly from his lips. "What's the plan?"
"Put on your seatbelt and keep your head low," Jared smirked, slamming his foot on the gas pedal as he tossed his cigarette out of the window.
"GREAT!" Bradley shrieked as he clutched onto his seat to prevent him from flying out of the window. "NO PLAN!"
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