The truck skidded to a halt in the middle of the highway. Its passengers lurched against their seatbelts. Passing cars honked; cursed words and gestures flashed out of their windshields.
"Are you serious? We're not even sure if she's really the one I'm talking about," Sophia said.
"Yup! I'm sure she's that person," Aildrin said. "We're fetching her." He then grinned.
"We will...if you can flesh out millions of dollars, a trove of high-end equipment, and other luxurious offers for her right now." Sophia pumped some gas and started to turn the wheel towards the side lane, giving way to the mad cars behind her.
Aildrin's face soured. "I don't need those things."
Sophia slapped her forehead. "Then what makes you think she'll join you? And what level and rank are you now? You're not even known in War Grounds! Don't tell me you're capitalizing on your name? God, you're helpless!"
"Yup. Because she's my fan," Aildrin said.
