They took the stairs as the library was swallowed by explosives. They emerged into a hidden hangar beneath a pier.
"There she is," Zeeshaan panted, pointing to a matte-black silhouette. The Vesper car roared to life, tires screaming as they gripped the wet pavement.
"We have twelve hours to hit the border," he said. The city's skyline became a jagged crown behind them. The Wardens were already in pursuit, black SUVs flanking the highway.
"Zeeshaan, look!" Zhuo pointed to the box. It was turning a deep, rich emerald.
"Yunnan is calling it home," Zeeshaan shouted.