Ready For A Road Trip

The gray light of dawn crept through the windows as Kane double-checked their supplies.

He'd packed everything into Cyrus's rugged Mercedes G Wagon.

"Water, first aid kit, snacks..." Kane muttered, ticking items off his mental checklist.

He adjusted the backpack containing his Bureau-issued equipment, making sure his gun was accessible.

Cyrus emerged from the penthouse, carrying a leather case.

"Ready?" Cyrus asked, loading the case into the trunk.

Kane nodded, glancing at the array of provisions. "What's in there?"

"Insurance," Cyrus replied cryptically as he slid behind the wheel.

"It will take three hours to reach the temple." Try not to talk the whole way."

Kane grinned, unwrapping a protein bar. "No promises."

The city of Feilun faded behind them as Cyrus navigated through thinning traffic.

Skyscrapers gave way to suburbs, then to rolling countryside dotted with small farms and patches of forest.