The drive back to Phoenix Flight HQ was a heavily quiet one. Ambrose had to take the wheel this time, since Devon had already gotten drunk.
It would take a lot of normal alcohol to get a high-ranked Esper wasted. Too bad the vodka he took wasn't 'normal'. Worst still he emptied half the bottle.
Meanwhile, as Ambrose drove, Devon couldn't take his half-lidded eyes off his phone. Scrolling through social media and seeing numerous reports on the ongoing dungeon break in Norfolk was enough to slowly sober him up.
Still no messages from his nephew. And the guy wasn't picking up calls anymore.
Something horrible had surely happened there.
Finally, the car parked in front of the tall glass HQ tower. Ambrose pulled out the car keys, stepping out with a light sigh.
"Come on," he grunted, grabbing Devon and managing to drag him out. "God, did you get heavier or something?"
"Mmm…" Devon grumbled under his breath as Ambrose made him wrap an arm around his shoulders. "H–Home… Orion…"
