New Town, Old Face |Isla & Reed|
She smiled at him, then looked back out the windshield as he pulled the car out onto the street. When they pulled out, Isla rested her elbow on the door panel and covered the side of her face with her hand; as to block it from the people on the sidewalk. She listened to his first choice of car nodded, “good choice, not bad” she said. Once they were out of Little 5 Points she felt more at ease and ready to answer his question. “2012 Audi R8 Coupe” she said with a grin. She didn’t know whether or not to tell him that she had actually had one. It was the car she had fled Miami in; but she sold it as soon as she got to Atlanta. It was too dangerous to keep, knowing that Charles would come looking for her; but more importantly his money. She gave him a look as if daring him, “What kind of quarter can you pull in this?”
Reed nodded appreciatively at the woman's choice in cars. "Audi makes a mean suspension. You can get that thing a half inch off the ground and it'll never touch it." He chuckled slightly, that same smirk still playing on his lips. She seemed like she was quiet, so he let her sit there as he drove out of Little 5 and into Atlanta proper, heading towards his military funded apartment. At least he still had his digs. It wasn't much, but it beat the hell out of a 6 by 6 brig cell. When she asked about the quarter he could pull, he smirked just a bit wider. "Ah, I think the last time I had it out was about 12.1? I haven't done too much to it, so it still runs pretty even to stock." He shrugged and gave the gas petal a quick thrust to exhibit the noise and power of the car. He let off quickly though, he didn't want to attract any more police attention than was typical in a cherry red car. "Not too much farther." he said, turning off of the main road and onto a side street.
