"What do you mean?"
As Betty asked this question, her eyes moved to the left, focusing on the screen that showed what was happening in the four corners of the van.
Behind me, Farak who had been intensely typing on his keyboard, reached a hand under the desk, pressing a button and grabbing a gun.
With short dark hair and black glasses, he continued idly tapping keys, but his eyes were fixed on Betty, most likely waiting for a signal from her.
At the front was Diego, and in tandem with the rest of his team, he tightened his grip on a gun that had been beside him since the beginning of the drive.
"I mean we've been spotted and are already being pursued.
We need to find somewhere with cover so we can park the van and escape on foot or you can step on the gas a lot harder until we get caught.
Personally, though, I like the second option."
Betty frowned, but before she could say a word, Farak spoke from behind.
"Enemies at six o'clock."
