One of the STAU nodded, but the simple movement made his stomach churn.
He gagged, barely stopping himself from vomiting as the wild ride took its toll.
No one said a word after that, the air thick with shared misery.
Everyone had stopped asking questions—no one felt any better than the others.
Once Vulture finally settled into the passenger seat, he let out a slow breath, the tension easing from his body.
Sparrow didn't ask why he was there; he simply kept his focus on the road, his hands steady on the wheel as he continued to drive down the street.
Vulture let out a small chuckle, his tone light with excitement. "Partner, looks like we're back at it. The SparV is in action again!"
He grinned, reminiscing about the old days.
Back then, he and Sparrow were always paired up for missions.
Sparrow would be behind the wheel, while Vulture sat in the passenger seat, ready to offer support when needed.
