The SUV glided away from the prison walls, the tires humming against the asphalt. Ethan leaned forward, his eyes reflecting the passing city lights like cold diamonds.
"Take me to Futu63are Technologies," said Ethan.
Falcon 20 nodded, his hands steady on the steering wheel. "Understood, boss. We'll be there in twenty minutes," said the driver.
Ethan pulled out his phone and dialed a secure line. It didn't ring twice before a familiar, gravelly voice picked up.
"Ethan, Boss. What's the word?" said Jason.
"What's your status? What are you seeing out there?" said Ethan.
"We just reached the coordinates where the transport truck is supposed to pass in a few days. We did a low-altitude sweep with the helicopter, but something is off. Based on the satellite data we received, there isn't a road down there. Not even a dirt track. No tire marks, no cleared brush... nothing. It's like they're planning to drive through solid forest," said Jason.
