Training Day

hey Mr. Brett. Weren’t we told not to open this box under any circumstances? It’s tired of talking to you and now it’s trying my boundaries.
Flesher is seriously considering opening up the box.

Neon nods to Flesher, raves bike engine as he would like to take all power from its engine, over takes few cars... but then... also slows down and takes different route then Flesher, but tries to keep similar direction and drive parallel streets in order to look as separate entity, but also not getting very far from the rest of the group. But the thing he is most interested in is how drone and police are behaving? Are they following him, the Flesher car or have lost their track. He is still wondering if there is any tracking device in or on the box. If police will track Flesher, that could mean he is right...

Mr. Brett feels something peculiar in his heart. Something he doesn't at first recognize. A pain, something like.... sympathy.... For the AI. For it living a life of imprisonment.

"Alright, buddy. I'm going out on a limb here... Kinda ruins my pay day, but... I think you need space to be free "

With that, Mr. Brett opens the box and releases the AI.

are you doing what I think you’re doing, Mr. Brett?!
Flesher looks over both shoulders; one at the drone and the other at Mr. Brett as he opens the box. She mutters a prayer her ripperdoc mentor used to say.

the case! the case! Throw the fuckin’ case out and keep the tech and let’s ghost them cylons!

Brett grits his teeth like a geeked out child being yelled at by his parents. He removes whatever hardware he needs to and ditches the case out the window.

He straightens his tie, licks his hand and fixes his hair before straightening his tie again. Then, while doing his best Patrick Bateman impression, he speaks to Numa

"Drive casual. We cant get held up, I have to return some video tapes."

In comms:
"Hey Red, try to stay with us and not too far off. We wanted two cars for good reason."

Numa looks to Flesher. "You heard the man, drive casual. And while we're on the way Mr. Brett, would you care to enlighten us on what the fuck that thing said to you that made you release it?"

In comms, regarding what Brett said:
"That was a plan from the beginning. With a bike I can easily keep some distance or come back to you... for a rescue... hehe;) "
Regarding Numas statements:
"Yeah, I'm curious too. But more importantly: are Cylons still following you after ditching the thing?"

Don’t worry about us, we will be there to save pathetic skin when time comes.

Sergei chuckles and pauses a second. He comes back on comms more seriously.

You aren’t trying to fuck that thing Brett, da?

While I can't deny that's impressive, I would appreciate you not altering my shit without my permission. Numa checks out this modification to his deck.

fuck driving safe, choom! We gotta zoom!
Flesher guns it and makes two quick turns to try shake the drone. She’s still heading in the general direction of the hideout, but is very clear that she can’t bring that tech back with them.
Numa, be a good console cowboy and get rid of our tail, neh?!

"I'm on it. I've hacked into the drone. Let's do a quick scan and see how many are following us and if we can reduce those numbers."