"Where are you taking me?!" she asked nervously.
"Be quiet," he commanded. "If you ruin this for me, you're dead."
The car sped down the highway at well over 80 mph. Dodging traffic, the man in the ski-mask had has left hand on the wheel and his right hand wrapped around the handgun, pointed directly at the girl.
After a few minutes, the girl reaches for her glovebox, but the man swats her hand away with the gun.
"What do you think you're doing?!" he demanded.
"Getting something," the girl answered.
The man chuckled. "Nice try. I'm not an idiot. I know that you want to get out a weapon. You're asking for lead in your head, girl."
"But I haven't put any on yet, and I'm supposed to meet up with..."
"Well, you're not, okay? Now, shut the hell up."
The girl moaned. Suddenly she realized that the man had let his guard down. His gun wasn't pointed at her head anymore. He was focusing on driving. She couldn't miss this oppurtunity. She wrestled the gun from the man.