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simon: josh, where the fuck are we meant to go?

simon is typing...

simon: and you better answer quick! especially as they're police cars fucking racing past us. 'cause you know, i don't fancy being seen and caught you know.

josh is typing...

josh: airport. go to the airport.

simon: are you crazy!

simon is typing...

simon: there's police already there. listen to the fucking radio!

"police have surrounded every known apartment complex and the airport as they hunt for the elusive gang, the sidemen."

josh is typing...

josh: well fucking shit...

josh is typing...

josh: i don't know then man. you think of somewhere!

simon is typing...

simon: how about the abandoned gas station on the outskirts?

josh: fine. sure.

simon: k.

simon: hurry though.

simon: police are on there way.

josh: k.

"where we heading to simon?" vik asks as he races past cars in an attempt to get far away from the police. "the abandoned gas station." simon replies as he turns his phone off. "the one on the outskirts?" vik asks as he glances back at him. "yes. now drive." simon orders. vik nods before speeding up, and speeding off further away from all the police cars, and further away from all the other cars.

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