Ethan adjusted his cufflinks, his keen eyes scanning the perimeter,a habit ingrained in him over years of vigilance. "Did you catch Dravik's hesitation when you brought up the islands?"
Arthur continued walking, the polished soles of his Oxfords clicking against the stone pathway. "He was testing the leash."
Ethan smirked, a glint of mischief in his gaze. "And here I thought we'd trained him better."
As they approached the limo, a pair of Aegis operatives clad in civilian suits, yet unmistakably armed,flanked the doors. One offered a curt nod before opening the rear door.
Arthur slid inside without a word, and Ethan followed suit, the door sealing shut behind them with a soft thud.
Inside, they were enveloped by silence; the city's hum faded into a distant murmur.
The plush leather seats and polished mahogany console stocked with vintage Solarian whiskey created an atmosphere of both comfort and control.
