Well that went to hell quickly, didn't it?
A million little cubes of safety glass are dancing across the dashboard as the hot lead slugs pound into the rear of your rented SUV. You hear a car horn's pitch switch from sharp to flat as you careen in front of an oncoming civilian trying to get on the Free American™ Seattle Washington private highways leaving the city. Josine is bleeding out from a gunshot wound to the chest in the back seat of your car... By all accounts, he should be dead by now — he won't make it out of the city, and there's really nothing you can do to change that at this point.
Let's back up a minute... You hooked up with Kore in Seattle a few hours ago. He was locked in a janitor's closet in an old apartment building a few miles south of downtown core. He put a few tracers out on the IPs Alex had, and located your target within a few minutes... It's almost like he wanted to be found... Em, you introduced Utseo to Kore, didn't you? Where did you know this guy from?
So back into the moment — Kore is with you. He's got his head down, and he's scrambling to think of a way to get everyone out of the city. Why don't you like Kore, Alex? You're gunning it uphill, leaving the canyon of skyscrapers in the rear-view mirror, with a convoy of black corporate SUVs closing on you quick. They're just peppering bullets on you right now. Utseo, who's driving — and why are you suddenly really worried about that choice?