“What exactly did he release?” Myla asked as a luxury, armoured SUV screeched to a halt in front of them.

As soon as they got in, their driver, Steve, punched the gas pedal without waiting for a command, and they surged out of the underground parking space.

Flashbulbs exploded against the dark glass, and muffled, frantic questions echoed through the night air the moment the reporters outside caught a glimpse of the car, but the driver did not slow down.

Myla let out a sigh of relief, ...