Morris nodded, the map of the city flashing quickly through his mind, "Next, force them to turn right at the next intersection, there's a water station; take care of them at the water station's entrance."
The young man driving another car nodded, turned the corner after the traffic light, and left.
At this moment, the driver of the Red High Heels van was driving jerkily, eyeing the Bay Area ahead signifying that their job was almost done.
After dropping off Lisa, they could rest for a while and pick her up again at eight o'clock in the evening.
These kinds of orders were often more than simple exchanges of bodily fluids; no one could last several hours straight, and desires were mainly vented in other ways, so it wouldn't be over quickly.
As they were not far from the Bay Area, suddenly the driver spoke, "There seems to have been an accident up ahead."