The celt pushes the peddle all the way to the floor, still dazed from the blow to his head. He speeds down the road and at some point turns on the police car's sirens.
Tracy calmly sits in the passenger seat of the car, her microphone outstretched. "I can't accept that obscene and inappropriate request, Geoffrey. Are you sorry for your actions?" she says, her mouth pursed thinly.
*zachariah peers over the top of the seats out the shattered back window, he glances back at the Celt "KEEP DRIVING" he spits before taking aim at the pursuing car*
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