The Briefcase's Rightful Owner

"Where are you taking me?" Lena asked as she entered Marcus' car with June. 

Before he knew it, Marcus had become their driver for matters like this. It wasn't like the big guy was complaining. He actually considered it as an enjoyable side mission! 

"Don't worry," June said, putting on some sunglasses. "It's not far from here." 

Lena suspiciously looked at him. "Why are you so covered up at night? And why are you wearing such fancy clothes?" 

June looked at his get-up in the mirror and leaned against his seat.

"Well, I can't be seen with you, so I have to cover up really well. These clothes are from Jay. I can't even go out with my own get-up anymore because people recognize me." 

Lena shook her head and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

Then, she looked out of the window, where the view had become increasingly familiar. 

Like June said, it didn't take long before they arrived.