Without another word, Sam quickly got in behind the wheel, the Impala roaring to life with the turn of a key. With his eyes on the rearview, he carefully pulled out onto the road, driving as fast as he dared without drawing too much attention.

He really hated how conspicuous the Impala was, but there was no way he'd ever be able to bring himself to drive anything else.

Once they'd gone a few blocks, the sirens fading behind them, Sam pulled up to a red light.

Pulling out his phone, he quickly dialed a number and waited for the call to connect. "Hey, it's me," he said, pulling ahead as the light turned green. "Yeah, we're good. I, uh. I need you to take care of some footage for me. Yeah. And for the stores across the street. Uh huh. Yeah. Okay. See you, soon."

Ending the call, Sam put his phone down on the dash.

"Vanya," he said softly, pulling into a parallel space outside the diner. "Hey, we're here."