The rain was coming down hard, and the streets were slick with water. The city lights reflected off the wet pavement, creating a dazzling display of color and light. A lone DeLoreanDMC-12 sped through the rain, its tires smoking. The driver was a young man with dark hair and sunglasses. He was wearing a black leather jacket and a white T-shirt. He looked like he was in a hurry.
The DeLorean weaved in and out of traffic, narrowly avoiding other cars and pedestrians. The driver didn't seem to care about the danger he was in. He was focused on one thing: getting away.
The DeLorean finally reached its destination: a large, abandoned warehouse. The driver pulled the car inside and jumped out. He ran to the back of the warehouse, where a group of people were waiting.
"We have to hurry," the driver said. "The police are coming."
The group of people nodded and followed the driver to a secret room in the back of the warehouse. The room was filled with computers and electronic equipment. The driver sat down at one of the computers and started typing.
"What are you doing?" one of the people asked.
"I'm hacking into the police database," the driver said. "I need to find out where they're headed."
The driver typed furiously on the keyboard, and a few minutes later, he had the information he needed.
"They're headed to the warehouse," the driver said. "We have to get out of here."
The group of people followed the driver out of the warehouse and into the rain. They ran to their cars and drove away.
The police arrived at the warehouse a few minutes later, but the group of people was already gone. The police searched the warehouse, but they didn't find anything.
The group of people had escaped, and they were all thanks to the DeLorean.
