Hysterics

"Weapon? What gun, Stella?" Alex looked confused.

"There was a car followed by a motorbike. The motorcyclist was carrying a gun," said Stella.

"Stella, we're not the police, and it's none of our business..." Alex suddenly fell silent.

"Alex, that looked like a car from DC," Stella said.

"Damn it! Andrea!" Alex hastily turned the wheel to change direction.

"What's the matter, Alex?" Stella asked.

"I don't know, I feel like something's going on. Andrea asked for my help to hide the manager. I asked him to ask Mr. Evans. But she said it was an emergency," Alex said as he accelerated his car.

"What if something happened to Andrea? Mr. Evans could go crazy," Alex muttered.

"I'll call Mr. Evans," Stella said.

"Yes, Stella. Call Mr. Evans," Alex said.

The atmosphere at that time was very late, especially on the streets. There were very few vehicles passing by. That, of course, makes people who have bad intentions free.