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Deedee, Raymond, Evie, and Vince grabbed their coats and headed for Raymond's SUV. Ray shrouded his face by pulling up the hood of an old beat-up black jacket borrowed from Vince, then slid into the back of the Tesla. Evie piled in next to him, her cool lavender scent physically caressing his senses. When their thighs nestled together, he felt his loins stir from being in such close proximity to his former intern.

Deedee hesitated a moment. "Wait a minute. I'll be right back." Leaving the driver's side falcon wing door extended, she returned to the shelter.

"Why'd she go back inside?" Evie asked Vince. "I think we should get Raymond out of here as fast as possible."

The rugged cook shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno. Whatever it is, it must be important. I trust Lady Dee's judgement."

The Drag Queen returned a minute later, wearing a Kill Bill leather jacket and carrying three clear glass bottles and a gas container. "This vehicle doesn't use gas; it's electric," Ray informed her.

Deedee ignored him, placing the items by Vince's feet on the passenger side. "Just in case things go sideways, you know the drill." He nodded, positioning the gas container so it wouldn't spill.

"Now, where to?" She demanded.

Vince pointed to the highway. "Take the connector out to 89 and head north."

She pulled out of the parking space, keeping pace with the traffic. A minute later, her phone, stuck to the Tesla's magnetic dashboard mount, buzzed. Deedee checked the incoming call. "It's Prince." She tapped the accept call icon. "Hey, babe. What's up?"

"Don't freak out, Lady Dee, but I've got bad news. That dirty hippie escaped from the pantry. He used a butter knife to carve his way out."

"Why the heck d'you give him cutlery?"

"Everyone knows butter knives aren't good for cutting anything. They barely slice through butter."

"Damn, I should've had you shove a few spring rolls under the door with a plastic fork. Didn't know that asshole agent had beaver in 'im. Ok, thanks for the heads up, kid." She disconnected the call.

Above the Tesla, they all heard the unmistakable thumping sound of an approaching BLACK HAWK heli.

"Oh shit." Ray looked through the tinted windows, tracking the sound. "We've got company."

"You can say that again." Vince stared apprehensively at the copter bearing down on them. The mechanical whine grew louder.

"Ok, baby," Deedee murmured. "Show Momma Dee what you can do." She eased the SUV out of the flow of traffic and pressed the accelerator to the floor with her lemonade peep-toe ankle boot.

"Hold on!" She yelled. A gut-punching acceleration slammed everyone back into their seats as the Tesla topped out at one hundred and sixty-two mph. Evie grabbed the door handle as all four tires scrabbled for grip. "This baby flies like The Millenium Falcon." Deedee swooned.

"She sounds like she's having an orgasm." Ray gasped.

"I'm having one too." Vince cried. "Oh, shit. Don't miss the off ramp, Dee."

"I may have wet my pants," Evie announced.

The Tesla hit the curb and became airborne, bouncing Deedee's head off the steering column. The car slammed back down on the pavement. Seeing that she was dazed, Vince steered for her. "I'm all right," she said woozily as the vehicle reclaimed asphalt. The chopper had fallen back in the distance, but up ahead they saw red lights and heard approaching sirens.

"Turn on the autopilot." Ray screamed. Leaning forward, he reached between the front seats, trying to activate the Tesla's self-driving feature.

"I don't need no damn auto pilot." Deedee slapped his hand away from the controls. Leaning forward, she grabbed the bottles from between Vince's feet.

"What are you doing?" Evie yelled.

"Everyone stay calm and start making Molotov cocktails." Vince nodded and pulled the stopper off the plastic gasoline container.