On a small white electric scooter, a teenage boy carried a young girl, bathing in the sunlight as they slowly departed from the Pathfinders headquarters.
There were always uneven little hollows and shallow puddles on the street, reflecting the towering skyscrapers of the Seven Cities and the cloudless azure sky.
Inside a black Maybach, a woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses watched the scooter recede, her expression calm, as if she were well accustomed to it.
Chapter 121