The city blurred into streaks of light.
Nightwatch's sleek, jet-black supercar chewed the asphalt as it shot down the empty highway.
It was like watching a launched railgun slug.
The engine didn't roar… it growled.
Every light it passed flickered from the sheer disruption of its speed.
Inside the cockpit, holographic gauges curved around the windshield that read—
[Velocity: 382 km/h]
[Stealth Mode: Active]
[Echo-burst Radar: Online]
Nightwatch sat in the driver's seat, armored, masked and very much composed, but his fingers tapped the hand wheel like a man preparing for war.
Beside him, strapped in and expectedly tiny-looking in the massive cockpit seat, sat Lady Fortress.
She hadn't said a word.
Not one single word since they'd left Judy's place.
Her knees were pressed together, hands folded politely on her lap, innocent red cheeks reflected in the gentle glow bouncing across the windshield.
She stared forward.
Stared at the road.
Stared at nothing.
