Questions and Answers (1)

Medeia slammed the car door as she got out of the damn jeep. She had driven around in circles more than seven times, but her driving skills were still as bad as a five-year-old's.

"How's your driving lesson going?" Harry greeted her with a smile as he approached. He had come to remind her of the meeting, but the sight of her frustration was too entertaining to ignore.

Medeia grunted. "What do you think?"

"Bad, isn't it?"

Medeia didn't answer the question, but Lucian, walking a few steps behind her, leaned over to Harry and whispered, "She's a terrible driver."

"Lucian, I can hear you," Medeia said sharply before turning to Harry. "Have the people gathered yet?"

Harry nodded. "Most are already in the building. Just waiting for you two to get started."

The first floor of the base was still under construction, but there were a few rooms that could be used as a temporary meeting hall.