“I’m calling my pilot. If the streets won’t move, the sky will.”
In a split second, I dialed the private helipad.
“This is Alec Rivera. Ready the Black Falcon. I need immediate lift.”
“Yes, sir.”
I ended the call and slipped the phone back into my pocket. “We’re going airborne.”
Kyu-hun blinked. “You’re bringing a chopper—right here?”
“Yep.”
He frowned. “How will they find us?”
“GPS,” I murmured. “My car and watch are traceable, standard security protocol.”
A soft hum of rotors echoed in the distance. Kyu-hun cracked the window open.
“Is that...?”
“Yes. The Black Falcon,” I said, already reaching for the door.
Traffic came to a halt—not from congestion this time. Heads poked out of windows. Phones shot into the air. It was impossible to ignore the elegant descent of power.
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