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The rain downpours from the widespread skies; and showers the surface, unbidden. Thick, dark mist in the sky shrouded the blue; and had hit the sun, significantly benighting the day. In this rain; a certain blue car drove way past the speed limit.
Tristan drove his car; slamming down his feet on the gas. He zoomed down the streets with his brows perpetually furrowed.
Milton—Tristan's older brother—was in the front passenger seat of the vehicle. He had been growing impatient. They were loosing time. He glanced at Tristan as he drove. "You're a bit fast today, Tris. What's the matter?"
Tristan glimpsed at him, and focused on the room again. "You're such a fool, Milton. I had to pay almost all I've got to bait you out of jail. There were cameras in the streets. That day you attacked us in the road; you were caught. You're revealing our power to them."
