Kent's phone buzzed as he navigated through the city streets in a black sedan. He then glanced at the screen, his grip tightening on the steering wheel as he read the message: "I'm on my way." The contact displayed as "Agent Liam."
A heavy sigh escaped Kent's lips as he shook his head. All morning they had waited, and now, just as he was about to drive to Liam's premises to check on him personally, the elusive agent finally decided to respond. At the next intersection, Kent executed a sharp U-turn, changing course back toward headquarters.
...
Meanwhile, Liam had just finished sending the text, then he dropped his device, and without hesitation, he bolted up the stairs to his apartment, taking them two at a time. The dimensional time displacement had thrown his entire schedule into chaos, but there was no time to dwell on the implications now.
