The silhouette of the skyline dark against the dying light of dusk loomed ahead. Save for the constant rumble of the vehicle's engine, nothing broke the tense quiet that sat between the members of the team. The past few hours had been a complete nightmare. The Syndicate was always there, every time they thought they had a moment to catch their breath.
James gripped the steering wheel with white-knuckled fingers and glanced at the rearview mirror. As they sped through the city, the night ate them. The Syndicate’s search was not yet over. It would never be until they were all dead.
“Where are we going?” “Aw, what,” Sarah barked through the silence, crisp and nervous.
James didn’t know what to say at first. He had been thinking exactly that for the last couple of minutes. The map in his he
