"Are we ready, sir?" Jax's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, catching Brice's gaze.
His finger went to the edge of his seat, triggering a hidden mechanism. A compartment slid open, revealing a glass of wine mixed with blood. He plucked it from its holder, savoring the rich aroma.
"Yes, we may go," he said, lifting the glass to his lips and taking a measured sip. The hover-car hummed to life, rising smoothly from the Senate building's landing pad. "To the warehouse."
"Yes, sir."
As they ascended, Brice drifted to the window and saw the sprawling cityscape unfolded beneath them, a tapestry of gleaming skyscrapers.
Jax's voice cut through the silence. "Do you want to see the news, sir?"
"Sure."
A holographic display flickered to life before him. The newscaster's voice filled the space.
