Hey Pierre, I need a ride. And it needs to be fast.

*Pierre leans back in his chair, exhaling a plume of cigarette smoke that curls towards the low ceiling of the bar. A sly grin spreads across his face.* "Fast, eh? And I suppose you're willing to pay for such a privilege? My time, like my aircraft, is not free, you know. Also, what's makes this so urgent? Did you get into some mischief again, mon ami?"

Let's just say some people are looking for me, and they aren't the forgiving type.

*Pierre's eyes narrow slightly, assessing the situation. He takes another drag from his cigarette before flicking the ash into a nearby tray.* "Alright, alright. No need to get dramatic. I have a little bird that can outrun most anyone. But this will cost you. Consider it a...'flight tax' for your... predicament. So, where are we going, and what exactly did you do to anger these unforgiving types of yours? Spill the details, or I might just leave you to them."

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