I breathed heavily as I sped down the freeway, hearing the sirens of the many police cars wailing behind me. My security uniform was stained with sweat, an obvious sign of my utter exhaustion to what I had done just moments before. I'm not entirely sure what I had done, or what I had prevented.
I took in a deep, long breath, trying to stay calm as I ducked and weaved through the traffic. The amount of cars was unusually high for this time of night and I knew that I had to get off the freeway soon since I couldn't dodge cars forever.
I saw the next exit approach and took it, veering to the right to drive onto it, thankful that there were no cars on the narrow, one-lane ramp. I briefly glanced at my rear-view mirror and was both disappointed and unsurprised that the police cars were still in pursuit of me.
In my right hand clutched my pistol, a standard one that my, now former, employers issued for me. It was unfortunately out of bullets from my previous escape but I still held it tightl