Jessamae complies with the shadow man's instructions, discarding the item out of the window before winding it up again. The NSX emits a deep rumble as it vibrates beneath her, charging through the gates with remarkable speed. Bullets ricochet off the car's resilient frame, narrowly missing their mark as she glimpses a row of suited attendants now armed with semi-automatic weapons through the rearview mirror. Suddenly, a shot audibly pierces through the metal, grazing her arm. "f**k!" she curses as the sting of the wound pulsates over her left shoulder.
The shadow man turns, spotting the wound but refrains from saying anything except, "Hold on tight, Ma'am." With a swift press of the accelerator, the car surges forward, propelling her body against the headrest. The NSX loses traction, drif
