[Hobbes]
"I saw it, Agent West. Don't worry, that explosion was definitely life-threatening." Hobbes said unwittingly. "Oh. Oh, wait, no. I didn't mean that. Thrown inaccurately, Ms. West. Not to worry. It was thrown inaccurately. No danger to you." Hobbes quickly added, pulling behind the Buick with a clutch-sputtering lurch.
"I believe we can assume the occupant of the vehicle is suspect Vincent Fumagalli, Agent West. His unidentified female passenger I profiled earlier is likely armed and therefore both suspects should be treated as dangerous. Whatever they're planning, it must be important.
"Now, Nina," Hobbes continued, "Sitting beside me right now is Officer Laurent, who can summon the entire on-duty police force of Montreal with one radio call, so long as we do not call between eleven or five after eleven when they all go on break. Besides then, the capture of an international criminal would look very good on the police and they would help us as much as possible. But I think it is important that suspect Vincent lead us directly to where he plans to go.
"My plan is to switch roles, Nina." Hobbes said. "You continue the exciting job of pursuing the suspects while I perform the boring duty of following from a block away. Then, you 'lose' them at a convenient point for me to roll into the picture again and present myself as a French-Canadian criminal who was promised payment by syndicate leader Carmen Sandiego in exchange for assisting suspect Fumagalli in his heist. By pretending to be working with them, I will hopefully gain enough trust to follow Fumagalli and lead yourself and the Montreal police force right to where the suspect plans to travel. I hope that sounds like a plan, because I see an intersection coming up.
The gas pedal ground into the floor, Hobbes' K-Car brought his bumper behind the Buick with a sputtering wheeze. Arriving at the intersection, the pencil-pushing desk-type rammed the emergency brake into gear and veered left in a curtain of burnt rubber. Releasing the break, Hobbes sped forward and took a quick right, perspiring as he thought about all the ways his plan could go horribly wrong.