Watts followed Captain Xu as they made their way towards the transport area.
The space was vast, an open-air terminal of sorts, with sleek black vehicles hovering just a few inches above the polished metallic ground.
They weren't just ordinary cars; they were high-tech, futuristic transport machines that wouldn't look out of place in a sci-fi holofilm.
Their aerodynamic designs gleamed under the artificial lighting, each one streamlined for speed and efficiency.
More than fifty such vehicles were lined up in perfect rows, their soft hum filling the air as they idled, waiting for passengers.
Each one had an elegant yet intimidating presence, their tinted exteriors giving them a ghostly, almost predatory appearance.
The setting was methodical, almost militaristic, with various individuals being ushered into the vehicles by uniformed personnel.
