Parisian Taxi

A battered black and yellow taxi hurtles through Paris’s grand boulevards, its driver leaning into the frantic pace with white-knuckled grip on the wheel. The cab’s peeling chrome grille and rusted wheel arches clatter as it swerves between startled pedestrians, its horn a desperate punctuation against the oppressive weight of Scarlioni’s pursuit. Romana clutches fragments of time tech while Duggan scans the rear window, their survival now tangled with the taxi’s momentum and the city’s indifferent grandeur.