He held on for dear life as the hacker pulled him to his car. “As fast as Johnny Law will allow,” he smiled. “No that’s not a nickname for the cops; I’ve plotted the fastest route to avoid schools and neighborhoods and there’s a speed trap cop on the route named, I shite you not, Johnathan Lawson. I guess the rule’s the same for anyone with a name that sounds like something: it’s going to sometimes dictate your future.”
“Well it’s that just a coincident. If we get caught can I flirt my way out of it?” She joked with a laugh. Of course she wouldn’t do that, but she still liked joking. “Alright, I say we go fast until we get to Mr Johnny, what do you say?”












