Hijack!

Chase

A girl on a mo-ped is among those stopping abruptly at the intersection. Eying opportunity, you run up to the girl and shove her off her vehicle, holding the bike upright before it tumbles over her prone form.

"What the fuck jerk...!!" Her voice trails off as you waste no time puting the mo-ped into gear, racing down Aguilar Street until the white Cressida is in view. Staying a safe distance behind, you tail it for several miles through the city.

The Cressida makes a left onto Starling Lane, and out of the regular metropolitan traffic. Tall trees grow from small plots of dirt spaced intermittently along the sidewalk. Their large, leafy canopies shade and brood over the clean black asphalt below. Large houses-- probably four bedrooms at minimum-- populate the quiet association-owned neighborhood.

There are much fewer cars on this residential street, so you'll have to hang back even farther, lest the old bag catch you following her.

The road segues into a windy incline, climbing a large green hill topped with a single magnificent mansion. The old lady lives here?

You emerge from behind the hillcrest and see the white sedan idling outside a black gate flanked by eight-foot-high walls of stone. Parking the bike on the side of the road, you observe the shopkeeper leaning out the driver's side window, addressing a silver call box. A moment later, the dual black gates make way, and the car pulls into the inner driveway.

It seems you have another opportunity.