Vroom!
Gehran flinched as a motorcycle revved up and sped past him. He didn't even need to look back—the motorcycle had already moved past him, chasing the truck he was supposed to be in.
"Damn it…" he ground his teeth, his chest tightening as his heart raced.
He watched the motorcycle, hoping it wouldn't stop. His entire world froze for a moment when the red light at the rear of the bike flared, making him think it would turn back. Fortunately, the motorcycle only slowed down before speeding forward again, never turning for him.
He heaved a sigh of relief.
"I have to run," he muttered, fully understanding his dilemma. "That damn Jarvis — that fucking traitor! I knew it! That bastard would bite my hand eventually. I should've killed him before!"
There was a reason Gehran was the governor of this region and not Jarvis. Overthrowing the Ha regime had never been a one-man effort. Jarvis was simply part of that success, albeit the most important part.
