Yes, but you have a plan.

There is little doubt in your mind that taking the van is a mistake, but you also know you want to put some distance between you and the dead doctor. The van fires to life and you pull up a map to find the location of where you are supposed to drop the device off to get your payment. It is pretty far, but you have an idea. Racing quickly as you can through the night you make your way much closer but not exactly in the direction of the drop. Instead you head to an airport. Once you are about a block away you park the van on the side of the road, grab the case, and head off through the relatively cheap looking houses, sticking to the grass to make it a little harder to find you with a car. Figuring a cabbie at an airport would be expecting someone with a case you then slow up and settle your breathing walking up to the airport doors before just turning around a bit short and heading back out to the street, and hail a cab.

As the cab opens the door and a balding middle aged man steps out of the car to help you with your bags it occurs to you that you don't have any way to pay him, and as you don't want to have him take you to the drop exactly, instead having a nearby hotel already picked as the perfect spot, you can't exactly pay him as you get there. “Where to miss?” He asks with a smile.

“Hotel Edwards please.” You smile back to him, noticing his eyes wash over you as you move.

“Right away.” He hops in the car and soon you are heading cross town. The ride is uneventful and you even nod off for a bit, waking up when you hear the car come to a stop. “We are here miss. $87 please.” He says, his hand indicating the meter.

With a sigh you come up with a few options, try to pay him with sex, take him out, knock him out, or just run.