The alarm went off on his ankles the second he crossed the gate, signaling to the station they had been a breech.
Atlas did not give a single fuck. It wasn't just leaving the house unsupervised that was his only crime at the moment, it was also driving as if he owned the road and the other cars were just invisible.
He drove with his eyes on the road, and adrenaline pumping through his blood.
All he could think of was Aveline and his babies. All he wanted to do was rescue them from Nora Lyon before she did anything to hurt them.
When he crossed the intersection, he heard the police siren coming his way.
He stepped on the pedal, and it sent the car flying at an alarmingly faster speed.
Cars swerved out of the road. Pedestrians stretched their necks to see who the mad man was that drove past them like flashing light, whilst the police were on their tail.
The news station, and general press became very active.
His car had been identified, and his face was all over the news.
