3 days after you call Nick, he shows up. He couldn't get permission to bring the car, so he has stolen an old Model T, which putts comically into the airport parking lot. "Get in!" he cries, waving wildly. You hop in and he floors it, trying desparately to outrun the 20's cops who are pursuing him.
"Don't worry, Nick, I'll stick with you on your wild cross-country flight from the law."
