He shook his head, trying to do away with the thoughts. "We need to go, Laura. Now. Get into your car," he said, his voice tense, but not explaining the system's message.
Laura's face scrunched up in confusion. She wasn't one to question John's instincts, but something about the sudden change in atmosphere made her uneasy. The air felt thicker, almost as if danger itself lingered just out of sight. A chill ran down her spine as if the wind carried a hidden message she couldn't quite understand.
John slipped into his Rolls Royce Phantom, tightening his grip on the steering wheel as he fastened his seatbelt. He glanced over at Laura, who sat beside him in her sleek Mercedes, her hands firmly on the wheel.
Laura revved the engine, signalling she was ready to move, and John fired up his own engine. With a nod, they pulled out onto the busy streets of Greenland City, heading toward their separate destinations.