The police station is all sunshine right now, but wasn't there some bully storm cloud?

Willi the Wheel, a gang name, a title, a freaking legend. An escape driver without equal, Willi got hired by the towns three major gangs on the regular as an independent contractor. You need a fast getaway? Transport someone or something swiftly from one safehouse to the other? You're on the run, but just can't run fast enough? In all those cases, you go and get Willi the Wheel. No one knows better how to navigate town, evade the cops or even fly under their radar to begin with than Willi the Wheel. Each and every detail about the towns grid is meticulously monitored by Willi, he's acribically mapping all routes at all times. An amateur might be surprised when he runs over a pothole, getting jumbled and wavering after hitting it at top speed. But Willi? As a professional transporter, he knows each pothole by name, knows when they came to be and where in the project cicle the operation to fill it up got stuck in. All in all, Willi the Wheel is a phantom moving through town like he owns every meter of the road. The police know him through the talk of the cities underbelly and from the text conversations off of confiscated phones, from the fools that hired him but got caught before even reaching his car. Never though have they ever gotten close to catching Willi, instead the Wheel always kept spinning, making a fool of any patrol officer or highway cop who tried to reach for fame by chasing the most elusive driver near and far.

Today was a day like any other for Willi. He's been 40 years in the game by now, a prison break wasn't anything thrilling to him anymore. Apparently some up and coming **** runner had got himself caught in a random inspection or something. Talk about bad luck, huh. But there must have been some light at the end of the tunnel, because the Madame had personally bought an express ticket out for him. Willis part in this was supposed to be as simple as it's execution. Drive to the station, in front of the holding cells, without arousing suspicion, wait for a big bang and get the emerging teenager out of town to the roundevouz point. As easy as it gets. Willi brought his car into position and - at that moment he noticed a speck of spinach in his teeth. He readjusted the cars mirror to get a better look and began picking at it. There should still be a few moments before he was needed and if the Madame would really wait for them personally at the destination.... Well, a low-class job like this was no reason to look like a bloody amateur when meeting one of his biggest employers for the first time.

"A tour around the precinct sounds wonderful, please, lead the way", Lloyd gestures for the amnesiac police chief to walk ahead. And the second she smiles and takes a step towards the door, he snatched the rag from the table. Fumbling around with it, he found that luckily the chief did really accidently slide her wedding ring from her finger. The cleaner she got on her hand must be outlandishly slippery. Good for Lloyd, bad for Alex.

One of the cleaning ladies saw the ring shining in the light and wanted to mention it when Lloyd put it in his pocket. But the second she opened her mouth to say something, he carelessly threw the rag that had housed the ring behind himself. For anyone else, it would have landed on the ground. A noussance, but nothing more. But Lloyd by coincidence shrugged it in a perfect angle to land in Marias mouth. The cleaning detergant it was dunked in seeped down her gullet and instead of addressing the thievery, she gave off a muffled moan.

"So, first we'll go over to...", Cat searched her mind for where to go and what to show Lloyd first. A tough thing to do, when your memories are jumbled like a snow globe in the hands of a hyperactive toddler. Ideally for Lloyd, the chief would need some time alone, to get familiar with the station first and rationalize everything to herself, affirming her new self, instead of questioning it and potentially learning of her real self again. If only there was some distraction.

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM*

A deafening sound interrupted the tour as soon as they were about to leave the chiefs office. An explosion had gotten off somewhere and like the kicked dog that he was, Llyod immediately darted for the exit. With the intuative memory of prey running from its predator, he jumped through the officers, down the stairs and straight to where he originally entered the station. While everyone else was arming themselves in trying to make out where the commotion came from, Llyod had left the building and approached the street.

Lloyd made haste and tried to round the corner as soon as he had left the gateway. Which way? Right? Left? Hide in the building across the street? He threw a coin in his head and turned the corner on the right. Because of his low stamina, he had to keep his head down and breath hard while running, which is the reason, why he realized far to late, that he had chosen the path, that led directly into the blown open side of the precinct. A huge hole gaped in the builings side and the explosion had set all civilians fleeing. Along with their cars...

"Damn it!", yelled Lloyd and prematurely cursed his luck, before he saw a single inconspicuous car parked a bit further down. Zooming his sight in on it, he noticed a figure getting in the backseat. If driver and passenger know each other, one would get in the front, right? Only one conclusion came to Lloyds panic-driven mind. "An uber!", he barked out to no one. What knock-off taxidriver would refuse another paying customer? None, that's for sure. Lloyd mobilized all his remaining power and sprinted in the direction of the car.

"HEY, YOU! STOP! WAIT FOR ME!", he shouted to the car he was fastly approaching. But to his utter surprise, the uber driver did not seem too intent on making another few bucks. The car jumpstarted and was about to drive off. Maybe the driver didn't think Llyod was worth waiting for. Like... Well, basically like everyone had thought all his life. But not anymore! His adrenaline rush changed from fear to anger and he tried to throw the weight of his weaseled police title around.

"SPECIAL AGENT GOLSON!", Llyod tried to pull his badge from his pocket, but not having waited for the entrance officer earlier, meant he only came up with his wallet. "HOLD RIGHT THIS INSTANT!"

Police?! Already? The Wheels preperation had come up with at least 2.6 minutes more before any of the cops would have secured their perameter and organized a push outward. No, no, no, this was all wrong. And did that guy say something about being a special agent of all people? Fuck, this might have been a sting. It doesn't matter, no time for idle thought. Willi the Wheel would keep spinning and if he had really been lured into a trap, he'd just leave the state. Another one of his employers had gotten him some solid contacts south of the border. He wouldn't be caught, not so close to the finish line.

"Buckle up", he called out to his package on the backseat. "We'll drive contingency route 2, it's gonna be a bumpy ride. And as soon as you hear the sirens, duck your head down. The glass is twice enforced and should keep the bullets out, but in case that special agent brings out the big guns, I don't want to carry around a bleeding stump on my backseat."

Willi didn't wait for the boys reply and started driving with full speed forward, they had no seconds to spare with the adjusted plan.

"Special agent Golson? Huh", the passager chuckled instead of fastening his seat belt. "I know that voice, Lloyd is a wimpy fucker from my neighborhood. No worries."

Usually a cautious guy, Willi was intrigued by his packages confidence and at least wanted to double check if the voice that called out to him really came from some special forces. So while stearing the vehicle ahead, Willi risked a look into the rearview mirror. A horrible mistake. The mirror was still misadjusted from his earlier dental beauty adjustment, so now the sun blinded him directly the second he looked into it. In all his years as a getaway driver, this might have been the first surprise that really caught him unprepared. The blinded driver turned the steeringwheel in shock, forcing the vehicle to slide and hit a lamp post.

The two had been driving at top speed, so the impact was accordingly magnified. The driver jammed with massive speed into the cars airbag, knocking the older man out squarely. His younger passager wasn't as lucky. Having not been secured by a seat belt, Chuck was catapulted right into the seat in front of him, face first. His momentum was so high, he broke through the seat and contorted in the remains of the seat.

"Hey, are you alright?". Lloyd had reached the crashed uber and looked through the drivers window. Inside he saw a greying man, whose face was nestled in a puffy, white airbag. Next to him were an arm and a torso and a leg and another leg and maybe another arm and a head. Was that his client? Well, he was still twitching, but Lloyd wasn't sure if that was lucky or unlucky. What kind of douche doesn't put on a seat belt anyway?, Lloyd thought and with the word "Douche" on his mind, he did recognize the twisted lump in front of him as Chuck. Well, he's gonna have one hell of a headache when he wakes up.

"Is that the Wheel?!", next to Lloyd stood a dark-haired woman with pen and paper in hand.

Lloyd furrowed his brows, thinking that she was obviously not the brightest bulb. It's not just a wheel, it's a complete car, you idiot. But after what happened in the police station, he didn't want to be too mean to people who were a bit slow.

"Yeah, of course it is", he told her in a calm and steady tone. Be nice Lloyd, she doesn't really know what she is talking about.

"You're a police man then?", the inquisitive woman asked him, while furiosly scribbling down some notes.

Lloyd extended his hand to her, getting into the mindset of your local friend and helper.

"The names Special Agent Lloyd Golson, Codename Alabaster Anaconda."

Okay, his approach wasn't that local and approachable, maybe even a bit overkill. But the naive woman in front of him must have surely felt comforted by that, as her eyes started to twinkle as she looked up at him while her hands worked overtime scribbling on her notebook.