Kazuo leaned against the window, scanning the skyline. Towering skyscrapers pierced the clouds, their surfaces reflecting the morning light. Flying cars zipped between buildings, leaving trails of exhaust in their wake.
Gwen's fingers tapped an irregular rhythm on the hover car's steering wheel as she navigated through the aerial traffic. In the back seat, Siobhàn's soft snores provided a counterpoint to the hum of the engine.
Kazuo's gaze drifted down to the streets far below. Even from this height, he could make out the ant-like figures of people going about their day, oblivious to the danger that lurked above them.
Gwen's voice cut through the silence. "I bet you've got a shitload of questions, huh?"
Kazuo turned from the window. "You could say that."
"Well, fire away. I'm an open book," she flashed him a toothy grin.
"Who sent you?" Kazuo asked, getting straight to the point.
