"To the abandoned warehouse district," Rafael replied softly, a dark smile curving his lips. "It is time to fund our political puppets."
Jax nodded from the front console, manually entering the coordinates into the encrypted navigation system of the black carriage.
The vehicle smoothly executed a wide U-turn on the wet asphalt, leaving the high-rise industrial towers of Sector 7 far behind.
Rafael leaned his broad shoulders back against the supple leather seat, his silver eyes reflecting the flashing neon lights outside.
"The political puppets are becoming increasingly expensive to maintain," Lyra observed quietly from her seat beside him in the cabin.
"A puppet is only expensive until it learns how to pull its own strings against the enemy," Rafael answered with calm precision.
