Doubleshot Chapter 3

Alice walked briskly down the sidewalk. The parking lot was just a half block down the road from her building. She felt terrified, exposed, out in the open where anyone could see her.
She made it to the lot without any incident and paused at her car.
They knew everything else about her, surely driving her own car wouldn't be safe…
Alice glanced around and spotted another car, a silver Honda Civic. Could you get more inconspicuous? Back when she was 16, her father had taught her how to hotwire a car. Not in hopes of her committing grand theft auto, but because her crappy 96' ford wasn't starting for anything.  She took a deep breath and approached the sedan cautiously, as if it might bite her. She looked around to be safe, but there was no one on the street. After jiggling the door, she found that it was locked.
Still no one was anywhere near the parking lot.
Alice bit her lip and tried to decide between breaking in and possibly tripping an alarm, or driving her own car and facing certain capture.
A few sirens rose in the distance and a dog barked somewhere nearby. Alice slipped off her blue flannel and wrapped it around her hand.
No going back now she thought as she punched the window with all her strength.
There was a loud crack and pain shot up her arm.
"Son of a bitch!" She swore, drawing back her hand and shaking it. The window was completely undamaged and the car just sat there, mocking her with its impact resistant Safe-T-glass.
It was always so easy in movies! Why didn't it work when it was actually necessary and not being filmed! Her hand had dark bruises blooming on the back of it and the knuckles were split and bleeding.
Alice held her hand to her chest and paced in a circle. Come on? What could work?
"That's it!" she gasped.
"And no, I don't normally talk to myself," she added.  She dropped her backpack by the silver and ran over to where her car was parked. The bright red Volt had been in three wrecks, so the trunk was hard to open sometimes. Alice struggled with it but finally the latch popped. Her trunk was just as bad as her closet. The interior carpeting was invisible under a layer of sketches, notebooks, pencils, hats, a stray dress, 2 sets of jumper cables, a laptop case and shopping bag from Barnes and Noble Books. After digging through everything, she found what she was looking for concealed under the dress. The emergency took kit that she had never used.  After pulling out the heaviest tool in the box ( a tire iron) Alice slammed the trunk and took one last longing look at the car she had spent her life savings on.
She approached the silver car boldly before she could talker herself out of it and swung the tire iron. The metal tool smashed easily through the glass. Instead of shards flying everywhere, a cobweb of cracks spread across the surface. A second blow shattered it entirely and tiny crystals tumbled down onto the blacktop and the interior of the car.
No alarm sounded.
"Yes!"  She exclaimed as she climbed into the car. The seats were leather and a dog leash lay curled up on the passenger side.
Alice shoved the steering wheel as high up as it would go and twisted around so she was able to see underneath it.  The wires were twisted and tangled and ranged from electric blue to pukey-yellow green. Like a preschooler's rendition of spaghetti. She ripped them out and started striking them together randomly. Since all cars have different colors for different wires, there was no specific way to hotwire. The radio started playing and the stations changed according to the wires. The headlights flashed and the horn beeped repeatedly. After 13 trials, the engine roared to life when Alice struck a red and a purple wire together.
Alice tossed her backpack onto the seat next to her and sped out of the parking lot.
And now, for the possibly hardest task yet; finding that other girl.