The contraption was decidedly a helicopter. But its advanced look felt different from anything usually seen. And the degree to which its noise had been suppressed made it clear that it was anything but something common. Especially because many among those present had the means to get themselves a vehicle like that for transportation, but nothing on that level. And it was not because they lacked money, but because the beautiful contraption was not available at all.
Its advanced appearance, apparent level of technology, and dark color, all pointed at the extraordinary identity of the passenger.
As the helicopter landed, a few were already on their way to the windows and the door to take a better look at the one who came. Some even stepped outside. But Dinaia didn't care about all of that. She only had eyes for Marc Trevor, ready to tear him apart, and the man himself seemed more interested in them.
