Undercover Drag Racing (Thr33)

Both students would receive the following email from their teacher, Mr.Black, stating their objective along with requirements.

Dear Students,
The two of you, Domhnall and Ariella, have been chosen for a special late night mission. You will meet at crash alley at 12:30 am, where a specific drag race will take place, that being so, dress for the occasion.
Your mission is too some how manage to get the reward for the drag race, and turn it in to the police.

Now, Ella had no idea what to do with this information. She was usually paired with people she knew? She never even heard of this guy, was he a new Beamer? She was hoping he would cooperate on the mission, it seemed like a dangerous spot to put him in for his first try.
Taking a deep breath, Ella drove up to the meeting location in her brand new car, attracting the attention of, now, a crowd. She really wasn't ready for this, she felt way out of place, especially in her 'casual' get up. It took her several hours to decide what to wear, in the end, she simply chose high wasted shorts and a crop top! It was casual... right?

Despite this, Ella opened her car door and stepped out, ignoring the people surrounding her hot pink Ferrari which she got for her 16th birthday. At the moment, she was simply looking for her fellow Beamer who she had no idea what he even looked like!

Domhnall never thought him screwing up could lead to something that might actually not be a complete drag. After he was caught 'blending in' to skip class the week before, he assumed that he'd have to do something boring as a punishment like sit in a room and stare at a wall for a few hours. Kinda like what he did during school anyway. For some reason, though, they just decided to reassign him to a new class for the remainder of the year. Probably just some kind of class to get misbehaving students to get their acts together, right?

Well, Dom's tune changed quick when he got the weirdest email from his new teacher 'Mr. Black'. Before even stepping in class, he was going to be sent to meet up with some chick in the middle of the night at a drag race. WHAT!? Dom didn't even care if this was some kind of stupid prank. He was going to be running around downtown around that time anyway and now he was doing it for schoolwork. To better his education. Priceless!

Dom knew the types of people that went to drag races. They liked to act tough but they were just there to have a good time. As long as you didn't mess with their plans, they were fine with you, for sure. After a few hours of roaming the streets and tagging some alleys, Domhnall heard some clubbers mention the drag race. "Man it's going to be sick! Only the best drivers are going to be there and I heard the pot is to die for if you're the guy that comes out on top!"

"Babe, I hate going to those things. Everyone's smoking and I have no one to talk to after you ditch me! Can we please just catch a flick tonight?"

The couple walked arm and arm down the sidewalk, standing outside of a bar with bright neon red lights. The man was waving around a flyer, begging his girlfriend to go with him but failing. "Fine babe, whatever."

As they strode off and left the flyer to drift wherever it pleased, Dom snatched it and scanned the information so that he'd know exactly where to go.

VRRRUMMMMM!!!!! Upon arriving in Crash Alley, Dom nodded his head to the psychedelic techno/rock music that echoed out of one of the cars. The alley was littered with some of the most impressive sports cars Domhnall had ever seen, all tricked out with spoilers, graphic decals and custom paint jobs. Dom would look completely at home in his usual attire but he decided to dull it down slightly since he was supposed to be 'covert'. "Secret Agent Domhnall reporting for assignment." He muttered to himself in his absolute best spy voice.

The idea made him smile as he adjusted his black leather jacket and slapped down a strap that stuck out on his grey boots. He strode through the crowd, totally feeling at home, when he realized, he needed to find some chick that he'd never seen before. "Alright, it's cool. What do I know about her," he whispered to himself quickly, finding an open wall to think on. "Her name was...uhhh,"

Running his fingers through his hair slowly and sticking his tongue to his cheek with a wider smile, he realized that he didn't remember the name the email said. [color=purple]"What a dingus," he laughed at himself.

Luckily, he ended up showing up quite a bit early so he had time to think. Perhaps I should just ask around to see who's in high school. Wait, that would get me kicked out. Maybe I could use some kind of code or something. Wait! I remember some kids at school called people in this class Beamers, right?

It was all he had to go on, so he confidently walked over to the first girl he saw who could possibly be a high school, even though he was awful at telling these things. The girl was particularly attractive and it was obvious that she took special care to look nice that night. She had black hair and a silver mini dress. She was leaning on a red Camarro by herself. "Hey there," Dom said with his most dashing smile he could muster. "I just saw you have your high beams on." He said casually.

The girl looked back, confused. "Hey, uhm, no. The car's off."

"Perhaps you misheard me. I said 'you high beams are on'."

Squinting her eyes, the girl remained silent.

"High beams...Beams. Beam! BEAM!" Dom repeated a few times, getting closer to her face after every word, unsure if she was slow or if he was just talking to the wrong person. "Gawd, nevermind!"

Dom slid away from the now extremely confused girl in the silver dress and slunk back to his spot on the brick wall. Trying to think of a new tactic, Domhnall's thoughts were interrupted as a new car entered the alley. It was a hot pink Ferrari that stood out a bit from the other more matte finishes that seemed to dominate the competition. Out emerged a shorter girl with long blonde hair that seemed like she was trying to look like she was supposed to be there.

Fitz slunk over ahead of any of the other denizens and put his hand on her shoulder, with purpose. Having to yell slightly since the music was fairly loud, he initiated the conversation. "I see you're using your high beams!" He began. "Do you know much about Beamzzzzz!?"

As Ella stepped out to take in everything that was going on, she was hit with a variety of new senses. The music was blaring, the alley smelled like gasoline and marijuana, but yet it was still dark out. It was almost the perfect set up, a little too perfect, maybe the cops were told to back up since the Beamers were here? Who knew, Ella almost died on her last mission.
The blonde would shut the door behind her, doing a sweep of the general area to see how everyone else was acting. She would mimic their actions by leaning against her car and trying to look as laid back as possible, despite being constantly watched.

Soon after she got out, a person caught her eye in the distance. He was yelling at this one girl, trying to talk over the music she guessed, but the girl only looked more and more confused. Ella didn't know if this was her guy, and frankly, she was hoping he wasn't. He was drawing way too much unwanted attention to him, she was surprised he wasn't carried off into an alley and mugged just from yelling at her.
Just like her unwanted prayers were answered, he began to walk over to her.

Ella looked up at him, overwhelmed by their height difference, but continued to listen to him anyways. He began to yell over the music, asking about her high beams, specifically the word beams. She would look him up and down, memorizing what he looked liked, then smiled.
"I'm assuming your Domhnall? I'm Ella!" She introduced happily, patting her car hood as an invitation to sit next to her.
"That poor girl in the silver dress must be traumatized after all that High Beam crap you yelled at her for." She joked, trying to break the ice between the two.

Whether he found it funny or not, Ella would move on quickly to the mission, glad that the crowd around her car was clearing up.
"So basically we have to get this prize somehow and turn it in. What exactly is your power or 'special ability'." She asked, using sarcastic air quotations to make her point. She didn't really think about the fact that he might be uncomfortable with talking about his powers, people on the B-team had to tell their powers on the first day of class. It definitely made things, interesting, to say the least.

To Dom's relief, the girl seemed to pick up on his statement and took the opportunity to introduce herself. Ella, she called herself. Like something from a fairy tale. "Yeah, I'm Domhnall, but nobody really calls me that. My friends call me Dom or Fitz, but if you wanna be a stubborn about it, just carry on calling me Domhnall, I won't care that much." Dom smiled, doing his best smooth extrovert impression.

After Ella mentioned the girl in the silver dress, Dom quipped back quickly. "I like to think that any time spent with me is a pleasant memory in the making for everyone included." He laughed for a moment at the girl's attempted put-down as he glided onto the hood to sit beside her.

After Ella asked about his 'special ability' things became clearer. He was in a class to train kids with weird gimmicks for some reason at the school. Why they were doing this didn't seem obvious, but an urge to meet this 'Mr. Black' seemed to grow more and more as the night went on. "I am a chameleon," he tilted his head with a smile and shrugged slightly at his less than apt description. "If I stay chill for a few seconds, I can blend into the background so I'm almost invisible, in a way. I mean, it's dark out, too, so that'll help,"

"What do you do, girl? Just a predisposition for dynamite introductions?"

Dom scanned the area for a moment as the two spoke. Some of the cars were rearranging and lining up near the opening of the alley that they were in. The race would be starting soon. He saw the red Camarro pull in front of him, with the window pulled down, he saw the girl in the silver dress. She revved her engine and gave a cocky smile. "Wish me luck, mkay?"

"Yeah, take care not to pop any of those curves," Dom smiled back as she pulled away. He squinted for a second at his strained double entendre but the moment was gone now so it would have to suffice.

"Dom is a lot easier to say, so we'll go with that for now." Ella told him, stretching her arms and looking around. People seemed to be getting ready for the race, making Ella even more nervous. She had no idea how to get the prize, except get in the race of course, but she couldn't drive like that. The only idea she had of driving like that was watching the Fast and Furious movies or driving go karts with her brothers. It was aggressive, yet satisfying.
That's when Dom told her about his powers, a chameleon? That was new, especially to the B-team class. He would do great on stealth missions, so why did Mr.Black send him on this mission? He was always so unpredictable.

"Makes me think what's really in store for us if you have stealth based powers." She noted aloud, standing up and placing her hands on her hips. "I basically control the air around me, aerokinesis if you like big words." The female told her partner, watching as the girl from earlier drove up. She would let the two converse for a moment, checking her nails as a way to pass time, then look up once again.
"Well I don't know if you've been to class yet, but, we go on these 'missions' to better our training. He usually assigns us missions that suit our powers, but I don't see how either of our powers can benefit this mission unless there's something else going on we don't know about." Ella explained once again, looking around at the cars.

"So we have our objective, do you have any ideas on what our next move should be?" She asked, turning back to Dom and still looking up at him due to their height difference.
She really had no idea what do to, if Mr.Black thought she was going to drive in a drag race, then he was dead wrong. Maybe they should just find out where the 'prize' is, take it, and leave without getting caught. He did have stealth abilities which would help the mission greatly if they took that certain path.

"Alright Ella, it all seems pretty obvious to me. Mr. Black knew you had this sick ride and he wants you to enter the race, use your mad motoring skizzles to dominate the competition and win all the glory! You can handle that easy peasy am I right?" Dom didn't try to hide his sheepish grin at his initial recommendation.

Dom leaned onto his back and placed his hands behind his head as he decided to pry a bit more as sly as possible. "Unless, of course, you're not spontaneous enough to try something new...Or maybe you just completely lack any measure of confidence in your own ability to achieve anything miraculous. Well what do you say? Are you an achiever or do you want me to do everything, eh?"

Popping swiftly back up to his feet, he stood in front of Ella for the last bit of his statement. "Meanwhile, I think I'll just try to blend in here, shall I?" Dom spun and scanned the partyers, trying to figure out where to start. "I've been to street races before. We need to find a skimpy girl with a big purse." Dom turned to look at Ella. "She's going to stand in front of the cars and drop the bag to tell them when to go. Chicks that do that just love the adrenaline, y'know? The fumes in the air. She'll literally feel the cars fly past her, barely missing her. Exciting don't you think?"

"She wouldn't have the prize but she'd know who's in charge. I could tail her if I'm capable; eavesdrop after the race starts."

Ella's mouth fell open, looking at Dom with disbelief. "You're joking right!" She laughed out, still not believing what he said... until he continued.
When he finished his train of thought, Ella could not believe what he was saying! She never broke rules, never ever ever! And not only was she out way past curfew, but being in a drag race was a illegal! The mission was to get the prize and leave, not "throw Ella into a group of REAL RACERS when she just got her license!"

Taking a deep breath and keeping her voice down. "Look, I just turned 16, therefore I can barely go over the speed limit on the highway without freaking out. I follow the rules! The mission is to obtain the prize alright? If you really want to drag race, be my guest, you can have my keys." She told him blatantly, crossing her arms. "I'd love to be able to beat everyone right now, but I can't, so we'll have to work with what I can bring to the table." Ella noted, leaning back on her car with a sigh.
He then began to go off about the thrill of being hit or something. "I find thrill of when I get thrown into the air. If I fall I'll end up with a broken collar bone, not be greeted with death."

"What if the prize is here? Wouldn't making me go racing make it pointless anyways?" She asked again, not liking the idea of her racing at all!

Dom narrowed his vision as Ella went off. "Okay okay! If you can't do it and you won't do it, then I guess you won't try it out, huh? I just thought that the easiest way to get a prize is to win it, but stealing is all good and fun as well, I'm fine with that." He caught himself, thinking about his statement, predicting Ella's response. "Unless, of course, stealing from this lot is against your moral compass as well. We're going to break someone's rules tonight regardless if we're going to succeed so if I were you, I'd get my mind wrapped around that concept as soon as possible."

With a slick motion, Dom glided over to the porche's front passenger side wheel and used it to prop himself up, allowing his field of vision to be comfortable above the bustle of the scene. There were about ten tricked out sports cars lined up, getting ready to stomp the competition and risk it all for the highly desired 'biscuit'. Around the cars were dozens, if not hundreds (but probably not quite hundreds, although it seemed like it in such a cramped space) of watchers finding their best spots to check out the send off, finding bookies to place their best, and give their drivers some last words of support before the race was ago.

Then he spotted her. A girl not two years older than himself with big gold hoop earrings, black hair and a big gold bag that she carried as if she were the most important girl in the world. That's the one they needed. "Alright, I see the girl, she's going to start the race, then we can tail her or interrogate her, but she'll know who has the prize or she'll know someone who knows who has the prize, whatever."

Realizing the kind of person that he was dealing with now, he could tell that he might need to do the heavy lifting on this assignment. Dealing with someone who didn't want to take risks or break rules maybe wasn't the best choice to go to an illegal street race. Suddenly the alley became filled with revs of the cars engines. The girl with the hooped earrings strutted past the riff raff with an extremely cocky smile painted on her too-pretty-for-you face. She found her spot in front of the flathead  carburetors and held the bag above her head with an exuberant applause from the crowd. The girl looked back and forth with genuine excitement filling her guise. Suddenly it was silent as she stared straight forward.

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The gold bag was dropped. Dom held his breath. A huge grin spread across his face as he felt time slow. The bag hung in the air for an eternity. Dom could live here for years and never grow tired. Sadly the moment only lasted for that, a moment,  and the bag collided with the ground. The cars screeched to life and seared past the girl as she held her breath, not moving a muscle because she knew that if she did, it would be the end of her. Inches. A car came within inches of her.

Ella nodded sarcastically when he said that winning the prize would be easier than stealing it. "It's not stealing if we're helping the police." She told him halfheartedly, not appreciating his need to criticize her rule following behavior. "Maybe you're the one that needs a better moral compass if you feel the need to do all of these illegal shenanigans." Ella insulted, or at least tried to insult but ended up sound like a child.
Finally, the race was getting ready to start. The cars begun to line up, showing off with what little time they had. They were all eagerly waiting for that dropped by, like dogs waiting for the ball to be thrown. It was weird to be observing them like this, animals, she kept on reminding herself. It's okay to take away something when in the end, it was good for them.

When Dom pointed out the girl, Ella's head shot up and almost turned into a different person. In times like these, photographic memories are very handy, especially on stealth missions.
She'd watch the girl closely, to see how she held her self, how she constantly brushed her hair to the side, how she'd prefer to lean on one leg instead of the other. All of these details would help Ella find her if she got lost in the crowd, little things that she would remember.
Then, before Ella knew it, the girl dropped her bag. This sent the cars flying off down the road, only inches from the girl in the middle. Ella didn't even realizing she was holding her breath, until it all came out in one puff.

"Maybe you should wear a tight dress and drop the bag next time, you really seem like you'd enjoy doing it. " The female teased, placing her hand on the side of her car. "Oh, and high heels are great for your calves." She added once more before looking around.
Now since the race was dimming down and the cars weren't revving their engines every few seconds, Ella could think properly. "So how about we stick with the plan where you try to figure out where the prize is, from there we can track it down, steal it, and bring it back to Mr.Black." Ella suggested, bending over to find her purse in her car. She'd take a few moments, but would pop back out moments later with two items in her hand, hot pink brass knuckles and a small container of pepper spray. She would hand them to Dom with a smirk. "A girls best friend."

"Hey I bet I could make it work."

Dom smiled at Ella's attempted put down. That's the spirit that he liked a bit more. Show some backbone and prove that you can keep up. As Ella fished out her tools of choice for the night, she caught Dom fairly surprised. "Right, a girl's best friend: brass knuckles. Have you even used those before? By god...well I guess JC girls are tougher than I thought!" A large grin spread across his face as he realized that this chick might be more brutal than he thought.

As the cars sped off, a few of the watchers chased them down the block and saw them skid around the bend, risking it all for the glory. The rest of the alley began scattering, music began pumping again, smoke and booze was distributed and the underworld came to life. Through the fray, Dom became captivated by the hustle and lost sight of the girl with the bag. When he looked back at where the racers started, he saw that only the bag remained.

Moving quickly but as subtly as possible, Dom skirted through the crowded alley and to the bag. The big gold bag laid there but the girl was gone, nowhere to be seen. Dom leaned down, grabbed it and waved it out to see its contents. Inside was a few rabbits feet and a pair of fuzzy dice.

"For good luck right?" Dom smirked as he pocketed one of the furry paws."Ella, did you catch her? Did you see where she went?"

She shrugged when he asked about the brass knuckles, not thinking it was a big deal. "Once you start going on these missions regularly, you'll see why we need brass knuckles." She explained to him while continuing to look around. Ella was beginning to like Dom, he brought some character into her life, it was a nice change for once.
However, the crowd began to thicken again with the music pumping and people dancing. Ella looked uncomfortable, not being in this kind of situation before.. where everything was illegal..

While she was looking off, she noticed Dom was gone and spotted him instantly in a crowd, his hair being a give away. Ella quickly made her way after him, not making her movements too big, just to keep eyes off of her. However, she would make it to him quickly and be there when he asked about where the girl went.
She had to resist slapping herself in the face, she was so caught up in trying to make sure she wasn't noticeable, that she forgot about the mission! "Alright, well we know she is a brunette in a black dress, but that doesn't help much in this situation..." Ella began, moving closer to Dom so no one heard her. "She prefers her right leg when walking, and when she's standing still. Her posture is pretty perfect due to the heels she is in, and I'm pretty sure she was chewing gum." She was explaining to him, trying to remember all the details that she kept from her short time watching her.

It wasn't much, but it might just help when they do spot her. "I think at this point it might be best if we split up... I can give you my number and you can call me if you spot something, or vice versa." Ella suggested, keeping an eye out for their girl.

"You're right. She probably was shewing gum. Good point. I think, in order to find her, we need to get inside her head. Do you have a spare stick of gum?" Dom spoke out loud, making thoughtful gestures with his hands. He felt confident that his ruse in making Ella think that he was trying to be helpful, would get him free piece of gum. He would hope, at the very least.

"I'll tell you what. I don't have a cell phone, but if you yell real loud, I think I'll be able to spot you."

Without waiting for a response, Dom did a quick spin and set out on his own. The alley was filled with plenty of different sorts of people. Pot heads, rave girls, drug dealers and college kids making bad decisions, just to name a few. This girl that he was looking for, she could be from any of those cliques. Dom saw her face. He would know her if he saw her again. The crowd was like a current and quickly, he followed a flow that sent him towards a large windowless van off to the side. A guy with messy black hair was wearing a black hoodie while leaning on the sliding door.

"Hey man, you wanna try some TCP?" He poked his head towards Dom's. He was squinting more than he needed to and seemed to be shivering slightly, even though it wasn't particularly cold outside.

"Sorry man I've got a thing right now..."

"Just try it out, five minutes my man. You ain't ever tried some stuff like this. Totally on me man, no charge, just check it out." The guy leaned closer to Dom while he was talking and opened up the van door, revealing two other people in hoodies and a plume of smoke.

Dom wasn't an idiot. He was on a mission with a new classmate that he just met. They had no idea where she sneaked off to and he shouldn't waste any time if he wanted to make a good impression on this new teacher.

"Sure five minutes."

She raised an eyebrow at his request for gum but shrugged it off, she didn't have any on her. However, before she was even able to respond Dom was gone without a trace. She was so short that not even standing on her tippy toes would help her.
Ella let out a sigh of frustration and continued to walk around looking for their girl, ignoring the bodies pressed against her. Everything felt so intimate with these people, shoving drinks down their throats and grinding on top of each other.

Don't get her wrong, Ella has been to a few high school parties, but this was completely different. Almost every time she turned around she had to push a sweaty man off of her or refuse a drink. It was getting ridiculous how many men attempted to grind on her, she was really missing Fen's protectiveness at the moment.
She had to keep on reminding herself that Fen wasn't here and that she could take this guys. All Ella did was grip the pepper spray in her hand tighter and push through the crowd, getting more shaken with each guy. She was almost losing her sense of peace being all alone, anything could happen to such a small girl like her... No, she wouldn't give up!

5 minutes... 10 minutes... 15 minutes...

Finally she needed a break from the crowd.
Ella made her way to the only place she saw that had little to no people, she needed to find Dom and she needed to get out of here. The female still couldn't find the mystery girl and needed a moment to clear her head and think properly. Maybe the marijuana in the air was actually getting to her? Nonetheless, a few moments away from it would do her good.

She was attempting to past a car that was filled with smoke, keeping an eye out for Dom, when something caught her eye.
Ella would take a step closer to see if the orange hair was Dom's, praying that it wasn't. She'd walk up to the Van and bang on the side, hoping for one of them to pop out their heads.

"Alllright! My man!"

The guy with the messy black hair patted the spot beside him and slammed the door closed so that the four of them could have some privacy. Dom crossed his legs and patted a little happy diddie on his knees as he waited for everyone to get situated.

"Soooo, TCP is some new kind of weed or something, right?"

The girl holding a blunt to Dom's left coughed before snickering lightly and shoving the blunt back in her face. "Na na na, Claire just was passing the time, no, TCP is a pill, man, it's a pharmaceutical drug." The boy smiled as he shuffled through his pockets.

"So it's legal?"

"I didn't say that," he cut back, pointing a finger at Dom's nose. "It's good stuff though. You pop a pill and you go to another world, man. You'll take it and be all like, OH MIKE, OH PLEASE, you'll see, I'll getchoo, I know I will."

Mike revealed four small white pills and flicked one to Claire, one to Dom and one for himself and his buddy. Mike rolled up his sleeves and flicked his eyebrows with a big smile as he looked at the rest of the crew. "So, on three then?"

Claire smiled, and Mike's friend nodded excitedly. "Let's do it!" Dom said with a smile.

"Ready...THREE!"

Mike's buddy almost dropped his pill but caught himself and popped it immediately along with Claire and with Mike right after. Dom popped his head back for a moment and was about to drop the pill in his mouth, but palmed and let it drop down his sleeve as he brought his arm back down.

The four of them stared at each other, excitedly, waiting for someone to flip out. "Sooooo...what do we do until it works?"

"Twenty questions?" Claire shrugged.

...15 minutes later...

Claire, convinced that she is a pineapple, laid in a ball muttering, "...pineapple...pineapple..." because that's what pineapple's say. Mike's friend, who Dom now knew as Mark, or Theotopolis, the dark lord of the ninth dimension, was preoccupied with his psychic convening with the rest of his evil council. Lastly, Mike had come to terms that he had no arms, but he was cool with that now.

Just as Dom was having the most interesting conversation of the weekend about how ants were really tiny people, but smarter, a bang came from outside the van. Dom, realizing that his other friends were a little busy or unable to open doors anymore, decided to do the honors.

"Mmmmhmmmm, Can I help youu?" Dom sung as he slid open the van door, revealing Ella, who seemed to be either nervous of angry.

"Heyyyy Ella! How you been? Wanna try some TCP? Get a load off?" he asked with a wacky smile.

She wasn't going to jump to conclusions. For all she knew Dom was interrogating them, or it might not even be him! However, when Dom first opened the door all she could do was let her jaw drop. He was acting completely different from before and offered her some kind of drug called TCP, which she kindly shook her head no.
At first, she was skeptical on what this drug was, until she peered around him to see his fellow druggies all curled up into balls or in some weird positions, muttering things. It seemed to be a drug that made them see things, from the girl constantly saying "pineapple" or the boy going on about not having arms.

Ella wasn't going to yell at him, even though she wanted to slap him across the face. Who knew how he would react to her being hostile or showing anything but kindness. She would have to play it safe and treat him like she would treat any person who was high or drunk, carefully.
"Dom... I leave for you what.. 15 minutes?... Dammit." She told him with exhaustion, taking his arm and pulling him down from the Van.
Even if he didn't like it, Ella would wrap her arm around his waist so that he wouldn't run off again, and she needed to make sure she was a strong anchor for him.

"Mr.Black is going to kill us..." Ella muttered while leading Dom away from everything and to her car, looking around for any sign of the woman. She would graze her own pocket to make sure her keys and pepper spray was there, and was relieved from the lump in her pocket.
"Can you tell me your name and age?" The female asked Dom, taking around the corner and seeing her car. She needed to know if this drug had any brain affects on him, and if so, how bad. This could have been laced with something even worse for all they knew!

While leading him to her car, Ella happened to glance behind her to see her golden ticket, the woman. She wanted to break out into a sprint right there, but taking one glance at Dom she knew she couldn't. Who knows what would happen to him in this state of mind, he could be taken advantage of. It was better to risk the mission then her partners life.
"Are you feeling okay?"