Sparrow sat in the passenger seat, his gaze flickering between Damian's intense expression and the road ahead. The car roared through the empty streets as Damian pushed the pedal harder, his focus locked on the glowing trail only he could see.
Mike's voice crackled through the comms, breaking the silence. "Sparrow, where the hell are you guys going? I'm tracking your location, and you're moving fast—really fast—out of the city."
Sparrow, still trying to make sense of their rapid escape, replied with a shrug, "Uh, well, your guess is as good as mine. Damian's driving like his life depends on it. Says he knows where Kyle is."
Mike's voice held a mix of disbelief and confusion. "What do you mean he knows? Like, is it a gut feeling, divine intervention, or something else entirely?"
"I dunno," Sparrow admitted, glancing sideways at Damian, whose eyes never wavered from the road. "But whatever it is, we're moving with his lead. Just trust him."
