"ugh... what the fuck is taking him so long!" says a jittery coked up rasmus looking at the door then back and Bianca who still had her hands on the wheel.

Rasmus ever so slightly rolled down his window a crack just enough to barely hear biancas joke but good enough to still smoke from the car.

Rasmus with the lit cigarette in his mouth carefully pulls out the plastic package of coke luca yelled at him for "if im going to die i sure as hell wont die clean" Rasmus says joking to himself and proceeds to carefully measure a gram.

Rasmus carefully surveys his compatriots around him to see him "ehh seems quiet enough" and proceeds with his ritualistic habit.

As Rasmus sat there contemplating about life and listening to static over the radio only to be interrupted by gunshots."fuck!ouch" as the cigarette fell in between his legs. Quickly starting the car even though his partners already had a slight head start.

He quickly caught up with with the Camaros engine going 10-20-35-50-60 to a final steady pace between 84 and 87 mph. Rasmus looking into his rear view mirror sees a couple Russians approaching fast. Rasmus keeps his left hand on the wheel while reaching in his pants for his 10mm pistol emptying a clip into the Russians car "one for,you one for you,and no more for you!"

"wait where the hell is bianca and Keenan? Well enough playing around you know what they say" says rasmus talking incoherently to himself while increasing his speed "all work and no play makes Rasmus a dull boy, all play and no work makes Rasmus a mere toy". Rasmus does the rest of the drive to the safe point in silence.