The sedan glided through the dark arteries of the Underground. Outside, the Red Zone spat its last vapors under blinking pink neon lights on the concrete.
Inside the vehicle, a deathly silence had settled.
Nash remained frozen in the middle of the back seat, eyes wide open, breathing slowly. Beside him, Dahlia and Aiko tried to calm their breathing as the nervous and sexual fatigue suddenly crashed down on them.
Their clothes, now back on, were still rumpled, but the atmosphere was icy. Aiko, face turned toward the side window, nervously alternated her gaze between the rotten Underground scenery flashing by and the giant's massive silhouette.
On the other side, Dahlia kept her eyes stubbornly fixed on the floor in front of the passenger seat, biting her lower lip.
If no one dared open their mouth, it was mostly because of Victoria's shock. Up front, the director was no longer joking at all. Her hands were locked on the wheel.
