Gwen's fingers tapped an irregular rhythm on the hover car's steering wheel as she navigated through the aerial traffic. In the back seat, Siobhàn's soft snores provided a counterpoint to the hum of the engine.
Kazuo's gaze drifted down to the streets far below. Even from this height, he could make out the ant-like figures of people going about their day, oblivious to the danger that lurked above them.
Gwen's voice cut through the silence. "I bet you've got a shitload of questions, huh?"
Kazuo turned from the window. "You could say that."
"Well, fire away. I'm an open book," she flashed him a toothy grin.
"Who sent you?" Kazuo asked, getting straight to the point.