Malcolm completely ignored his brother's silent choking sounds. He didn't have a single drop of patience left for Holino's dramatic pantomime. Looking down at his brother's wide, terrified eyes, Malcolm let out a cold, remorseless snort.
"You deserve it," Malcolm muttered flatly, turning his back on his silenced brother.
With a swift, aggressive sequence of taps on his personal wrist-comm, Malcolm bypassed the standard public transit queues and summoned a blacked-out autonomous medical transport directly to the rear alleyway. The sleek vehicle glided to a silent halt within ninety seconds. Malcolm stepped inside, carefully pulling Luca's limp frame onto the leather seat next to him, and punched in the coordinates for the private medical clinic of Doctor Armstrong.
