John received an electronic coordinate in his inbox.
The navigation points to City Core Square.
Buzz—
The Alloy RCH screeches its tires as it makes a sharp turn, throttling out of the alley, dousing a cigarette butt with splashed water.
"I'm on my way, what's the situation?"
[Dear, the party's over, come pick me up and take me home.]
"Oh, shit, that damn elite gathering? Don't tell me those social events drag on for a whole day and night."
[Listen to your tone, like a man going to a bar to catch a cheating partner, suspicious, jealous...what's it gonna be, are girls returning home late to be punished?]
Oulos habitually flirted with John.
John paid no attention.
If she can joke, it means the situation isn't too bad.
The pitch-black Alloy RCH weaves through traffic, its glossy surface reflecting the neon lights, the utility jacket whipping loudly in the wind.
The communication channel crackled with a sigh from Oulos.
