Martin smiled an oddly cruel smile at the order; and immediately stepped on the gas. He wondered, vaguely, why he hadn't tried driving before. It was much more fun to make your enemies into roadkill than it was taking them out back with a shovel and then running away. Probably cleaner, too, but he had a strong feeling that Boss would have had him offed if he even suggested it. He let a maniacal laugh escape his throat as he dropped the pedal to the floor, but was stopped as soon as he heard the sickening thump from hitting the bodies. He thought he heard a "pop" as the car ran over one of their heads. Well, that's one of them, Vulture said gloomily. He considered stopping the car just to make sure, but it was much more his style to keep driving.

Adja simply shuddered at the noise, very certain that this was the sort of world that she was trying to avoid.

It wasn't long before they reached the convenience store: the speed at which they had been moving at ensured that. Martin slowed the car to a stop, where the engine made protesting noises from being driven at a high speed without much time to slow down. (It would have helped if Martin knew anything about driving stick. Shifting gears was not something he had learned as a part of his job description.) When he took his hands off the wheel, he noticed that he was twitching horrible, and quickly tried to hide that by shoving his hands in his pockets and fishing around for his lighter and a smoke. "We're here," he declared, seeming to be a little amazed at that himself.