"Is Athena aware that you are here?" Shawn asked Zane and Sandro the moment they came to a stop before him, his eyes drifting briefly to the private jet parked a few feet away, sleek and waiting.
"She will be, soon enough. Is everything ready? We don't have much time," Sandro replied, already noting that his friend wasn't in the mood for small talk—he wasn't in the mood for anything at all, period.
Well… apart from getting answers.
"We have to be back in the city for an interview." He continued, when Shawn kept looking at him expectantly.
Shawn frowned slightly but didn't move still. "Is all well?"
Sandro sighed, tiredly. "We are hoping so."
Taking the hint that this matter wasn't exactly his business—at least, not yet—Shawn turned around and began walking toward the barren land ahead.
Barren, well, to an outsider's eye.
But having been here before, Sandro knew better.
