Things had spiraled out of control a few minutes back.

The guy had escaped in the red car, and to their shock, Sweetie was driving it. They had just found out she was working with the bad guys, and now Mia was on a high-speed chase, determined to catch up to them.

The red car weaved in and out of traffic, and Mia followed closely, her focus unyielding. Up ahead, she noticed a large truck parked at an angle, its ramp extended.

"Perfect," she muttered under her breath, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

As the red car swerved to avoid the truck, Mia accelerated, aiming straight for the ramp. With a burst of speed, she hit the ramp perfectly, launching her car into the air. For a moment, everything seemed to move in slow motion as Mia's car soared above the traffic below.

She twisted the wheel slightly, making the car spiral through the air. The world spun around her, the ground becoming sky and then ground again. Mia's heart pounded in her chest, adrenaline coursing through her veins.

The car landed with a jolt, tires screeching as they made contact with the asphalt. She quickly regained control, swerving to avoid another vehicle and continuing the chase. The red car was still in sight, and Mia could see Sweetie's determined expression in the rearview mirror.

"You're not getting away that easily," Mia muttered, her grip on the wheel tightening.

Sweetie glanced back and her eyes widened in disbelief. Mia could see her mouthing something angrily to the passenger, who turned out to be the same guy they had caught earlier.

Mia pressed down on the accelerator, pushing her car to its limits. The engine roared as she gained on the red car, her determination unwavering. The chase continued through the city streets, with Mia expertly navigating each turn and obstacle.

Up ahead, Sweetie tried another evasive maneuver, darting down a narrow alleyway. Mia followed without hesitation, the car barely fitting between the walls. She could hear the scraping of metal against brick but ignored it, focusing solely on her target.

As they emerged from the alley, the red car took a sharp turn onto a busy street. Mia followed, her car skidding slightly as she made the turn. She was getting closer, the distance between them shrinking with every second.

Sweetie, realizing that Mia was not giving up, tried one last desperate move. She swerved towards a construction site, hoping to lose her in the chaos. But Mia was prepared. She followed Sweetie into the site, dodging construction equipment and debris with remarkable skill.

In a final daring move, Sweetie aimed for another ramp, hoping to lose Mia in the air. But Mia anticipated this. She accelerated even more, following Sweetie up the ramp and into the air once again.

This time, Mia's car landed perfectly beside the red car, the two vehicles now side by side. Sweetie glanced over, her expression a mix of surprise and frustration.

Mia didn't waste a moment. She maneuvered her car, bumping the red car's side to force it towards the edge of the construction site. Sweetie struggled to regain control, but Mia's persistence paid off.

With one final push, Mia sent the red car skidding into a pile of sandbags, bringing it to a halt. She jumped out of her car, gun and handcuffs at the ready, and approached the red car with caution.

"End of the line, Sweetie," Mia said, her voice steady and determined. "You're under arrest."

Sweetie glared at her, but there was no escape this time. Mia had caught her, and the chase was finally over.

Except, at the last moment, Sweetie floored the gas pedal, and the red car jerked forward, narrowly missing Mia.

"Not so fast!" Mia shouted, diving back into her own car and resuming the chase. Sweetie's car sped towards a towering parking garage, aiming for the top level.

Mia followed closely, her car tires squealing as she took each turn with precision. They spiraled upward, each level narrower and more congested with parked cars. Sweetie weaved through the obstacles effortlessly, but Mia was right on her tail.

At the top level, Sweetie aimed for an unfinished ramp leading to nowhere. With a sudden burst of speed, her car launched off the edge, aiming for a nearby rooftop.

Mia didn't hesitate. She accelerated, launching off the same ramp just as Sweetie's car landed precariously on the other roof. In mid-air, Mia's car twisted, spiraling through the air before landing on the same roof, skidding to a halt inches away from the edge.

Sweetie looked back, stunned to see Mia's car landing perfectly. Mia's heart pounded, but she maintained her focus. There was no way she was letting Sweetie escape.

Sweetie tried to maneuver away, but the rooftop was too small. Mia seized the opportunity, ramming her car into the side of Sweetie's, pinning it against the ledge. She jumped out, gun and handcuffs ready.

Sweetie scrambled out of the car, but there was nowhere to run. Mia approached her, gun trained on her target.

"It's over, Sweetie," Mia said firmly. "You have nowhere to go."

Sweetie's eyes darted around, but she was trapped. With a resigned sigh, she raised her hands in surrender.

"Fine," she said bitterly. "You win."

Mia quickly cuffed Sweetie and radioed for backup. As the sound of approaching sirens filled the air, she felt a wave of relief wash over her. She had done it.

Meanwhile, back at the Detain household, the tension was palpable. They could see the flashing lights of the police cars converging in the distance. Freya paced nervously, while Duke stared out the window, his hands clenched.

Allen, trying to remain calm, sighed. "See what I mean? My sister is a daredevil. Like dad."

Duke shook his head. "That's not me! I don't drive like that!"

Freya placed a hand on his shoulder. "It is you, Duke. She's got your spirit."

Duke looked at her, a mix of pride and worry in his eyes. "Whose side are you on?"

Freya smiled softly. "Both of yours. Always."

Ten seconds later, they watched as Mia's car sped back into the neighborhood, Sweetie cuffed in the backseat. Mia had done it, and in that moment, they knew she was truly one of them—a Detain through and through.