He knelt beside a beat-up old sedan, pulling a small, intricate set of picks from his coat. Lucy moved towards the end of the street, peering around the corner, acting as lookout.
Minutes stretched into an eternity. The sound of the approaching sedan grew louder. Lucy gave a short, sharp whistle.
"They're coming!" she called, ducking back.
Gabriel swore under his breath, his fingers working furiously. The tumblers clicked. He ripped the panel open, exposing the wiring.
"Almost!" he yelled.
The dark sedan screeched to a halt just around the corner. Men poured out.
"Gabriel! Now!" Lucy screamed.
Sparks flew. Gabriel twisted the wires. The engine sputtered, then roared to life.
"Get in!" he shouted.
Lucy scrambled into the passenger seat as Gabriel slid behind the wheel. He slammed the door shut and threw the car into gear, peeling away from the curb just as the first shots rang out behind them. Glass shattered somewhere nearby.
He swerved around a corner, accelerating through the narrow streets. Lucy ducked low in her seat.
"Are you hit?" he asked, his eyes on the road, heart pounding.