Nessa checked the rear view monitors and adjusted the overall monitor. Three pods ascended. She gripped the steering.
“They stop at nothing here,” she remarked.
“Nessa?” Jamison chirped from her holo-feed.
“Make it snappy, Maz,” she said, glaring into her rear views. “I don’t have much time.”
He lowered his volume to barely above a whisper.
"My cousin opened a diner called Carson's Cafe. Set your geolocator to that. Plan to meet me there. I have to get my dad's permission."
"Got it," Nessa said. "Carson's Cafe."
Don't have hyper-speed. Please don't have hyper-speed. Her mind pleaded with the pods gaining on her trail.