Zoe walked out of Capones deactivating her GT4’s security system after verifying that nothing had happened to her bike while she was inside Nucky’s place. A car pulled into the parking lot and parked as close to the door as possible on the opposite side of the door from her bike. Zoe ignored it as she mounted her motorcycle and shortened her hair.

The driver of the car got out and opened the passenger door. Zoe looked over to see what was going on as she put on her helmet. Her eyes widened as Gennady Patrov exited the car. He leered at her and said something to the driver, whom her scanner identified as Dominik from Yana’s.

Zoe squashed her curiosity as two more men got out of the opposite side of the car. She remembered the information she had passed to Claire and that was good enough for her. She assumed Gennady Petrov was here for a meeting regarding whatever they planned for their mutual competition.

Zoe recognized one from the Russian establishment and didn’t pay attention to the other after seeing that his first name was Pavel. The one she recognized was named Kiril and he said something after looking her way causing the other three men to laugh. Zoe fired up her motorcycle and rode away as quickly as possible.

*

Kiril snapped his fingers as Zoe rode away. “That’s her.”

“That’s who?” Dominik asked.

“Boss, that was the girl,” Kiril said.

“She is pretty enough, but I don’t really like the darker skinned girls, though if that’s what you like,” Gennady said shrugging his shoulders.

“No boss. That’s the courier we chased a couple months ago,” Kiril clarified.

“Are you sure?” the Bratva boss asked.

“Positive,” Gennady’s lieutenant answered as another car full of Russian mobsters parked beside their car.

“Kiril, take Pavel and two of the others, and follow the courier,” Gennady instructed as the other four men got out of the second car. “I want to know if she works for Capone or if she’s just functioning as a normal courier and that this encounter is random chance.”

“Right away boss,” Kiril replied gesturing to Pavel and two of the other men to join him in the second car. “I’ll let you know once she stops.”

“You do that, and I’ll go deal with these Italian pricks,” Gennady muttered as his men drove away. He gestured to the others to lead him into the restaurant.

*

“Pick up, pick up!” Zoe muttered as she called Doc Brown. Her nerves were on edge. She got Claire’s voice mail. Instead of leaving a message, she called Zane. Zoe swerved in and out of traffic. Not reaching Zane, she tried Bill and Sonya, not getting any success reaching them either. “What could they be doing that takes all four of them?”

Zoe sent a message to all four explaining about the Russians. Horns blared as Zoe ran through a red light. She sliced into the traffic drone above and erased the footage showing her running the red light.

“Holy crap!” Zoe screamed slamming on brakes as her angel and GT4 both warned her of stopped traffic ahead. The motorcycle tilted up onto the front wheel some before coming back down because she hit the front brakes so hard. “I really should start paying more attention to my driving.”

*

“She’s mad!” Pavel exclaimed as Zoe ran the red light.

“Either that or knows she’s being followed,” Kiril replied. They watched her slam on brakes at the next light. “On second thought, you’re correct Pavel, this girl is a madwoman. Let’s hang back, but don’t lose her. I’m almost into the camera network.”

“Ok boss,” Pavel replied. The light changed and they came to a stop a few feet past the intersection.

“I’m in,” Kiril said a moment later. “We can take our time now. I won’t lose sight of the courier.”

*

“Hello?” Zoe answered the call that just came in.

“Zoe, it’s Zane. Are you sure you saw the Bratva?” the nurse replied.

“Yes!” Zoe answered.

“Ok. Calm down before you get into another wreck,” Zane said.

“How do you…”

“Because I know you,” Zane laughed. “Are you working or joyriding?”

“Making a bank run for Capone,” Zoe replied. She explained what the mob boss wanted her to do for them from now on. Explaining things helped calm her. Crossing the East River on the FDR did the rest to steady her nerves. “I should be at the Big Apple Bank on 42nd St in about 15 minutes.”

“Alright. Do the run and any others you have,” Zane said.

“I don’t have any others,” Zoe replied. She quickly explained what had happened with Lionel, Rita, and Cartier Transport.

“Hmmm. Alright. Don’t go home until you hear from myself or Claire,” Zane said.

“Why? Do you think I’m being followed?” Zoe asked.

“It’s possible,” Zane admitted. “I’m going to pull some strings and make sure you’re not being followed.”

“Ok. But this isn’t helping keep me calm!”

“I know. You’re doing great though,” Zane replied. “We’ll contact you in a little bit.”

“And he hung up on me,” Zoe muttered. She gunned her bike passing several cars. “I wonder if there’s anything I can do to make sure I’m not being followed other than driving like a madman.”