[Joel puts his shoulder into a sharp turn 'round a bend, ignoring the chorus of honks -- and Heine's question. He makes another turn, speeds through a run-down neighborhood, and then directs the car into a narrow alleyway. He knows the side streets around this neighborhood, knows how to get them over to the warehouse district without being seen on the main streets with all their cameras.]
Someplace we can hide. [He finally answers after a long silence. The docks are coming up, and maybe he could just pull into park and..... knock Heine out, in one easy motion.]
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Someplace we can hide. [He finally answers after a long silence. The docks are coming up, and maybe he could just pull into park and..... knock Heine out, in one easy motion.]