Go left, towards the street.

"Come on! This way!" Ava shouted to Ian, who followed right behind her. They got to the street and noticed so far there was no sign of distress. They walked quickly yet calmly away from the bar when screams erupted from behind them. Patrons from the club flooded the street and there was a mass panic. Ava was about to sprint when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"There's our way out," the Raven notified her. He was pointing to a biker on a motorcycle who was stopped watching the chaos. The Raven sprinted towards him and with one swift kick sent the rider flying. Ava was about to protest about hurting civilians when she heard the gun shots. The assassins were now in the street shooting into the air trying to clear the mob. Ava looked back and Crawford was alright on the bike. "Come on Banshee let's get the fuck outta here!" yelled the male agent. Without a second thought Ava jumped on the bike, wrapped her arms around his waist, and they sped off.

It had been a while since Ava had been on a motorcycle, especially when she was a passenger. She began to feel a bit warm when she realized her dress probably wasn't designed for being on a bike. The vibrations from the engine climbed their way up to her between her legs on the seat. Granted she definitely wasn't close to anything, but having her arms wrapped around a fit, handsome, and dangerous man definitely didn't make the situation any easier.

"We got one on our tail," called out Crawford. Ava looked back to see an all black SUV weaving in and out of cars behind them. With one hand she grabbed onto the Raven's belt while using the other to pull out one of her pistols. Crawford hit the gas and tried to lose them. But the SUV took advantage of no on-coming traffic in the other lane to pass every car between them. Ava slowly raised her pistol and aimed. The passenger window rolled down and a sub-machine gun muzzle peeked out. Ava closed one eye and pulled the trigger. The result was a puff of red mist appearing for a split second as the dead gunman's body slumped back into the truck. She had waited for the exact moment she saw a face to pull the trigger and it came with a deadly result.

Then the SUV suddenly accelerated towards them. "Go fucking faster!" shouted Ava.

"I can't! This bike sucks!" shouted back Ian in reply.

"Well here goes nothing," Ava whispered under her breath. She aimed again with the SUV bearing down on both agents. With three quick shots she took out the front tires and hoped the windshield wasn't bulletproof...it wasn't. The SUV started to lose speed and then suddenly turned into a parked car, making a loud crunch sound of metal and plastic slammed together.

Ava was about to tell Crawford the good news when two more black SUVs appeared. Fuck me thought as she looked at the two speeding vehicles and then down to her pistol with no bullets left.

"Hey Raven! We got two more on our tail and I'm out of bullets!" yelled out Ava. "Looks like you'll need to lose'em!"

Crawford gave a quick nod and told Ava to hold on. Missing on-coming traffic by about a yard, Crawford steered the bike into the other lane then again down a side street. With the bike being so thin, they were able to drive down narrow passage ways and streets. After about doing this five times, Crawford stopped, turned the bike off and waited. Both agents anxiously waited for any sign of black SUVs or assassins to come down the road. After about ten minutes, they decided the coast was clear.

"Alright. That's enough excitement for one day," quietly announced Ava after taking a deep breath. She checked her watch GPS and gave a quick chuckle. It was almost too lucky to see that a GDF safe-house was only two blocks away. Crawford ditched the bike and both made it to the safe-house on foot.