You keep the car moving at full tilt, if only to bide yourself a little time. Wracking your mind frantically, you realize that the police are approaching on the other side of the next intersection, preparing to cut you off. Yanking a hard right, you hardly notice that you’re now amongst skyscrapers, cleaner streets – in the belly of the city. There’s no way to get out at this point, not with your limited knowledge, running these streets, outnumbered by a trained force that knows its way. No, you’re options are few, and there’s still the mission…

 

The mission. Whether you care or not, quite possibly the only way out of this will involve getting this mission over with. Rationally, they wouldn’t budge to help you amidst this fiasco unless… unless you could give them what they wanted. Or you could always… try your own luck. Flee from this mess as you’re doing now.

 

You’ve plunged into the bowels of hell, and either you can try and make it out on your own, or rattle the gates and see if someone on the other side will let you out. It’s time to choose…