There was nothing but tension in the car.
Elijah hadn't said a single word since they left the agency, and the boys had not bothered trying to break the silence either. Every one of them was swallowed by their own thoughts, buried too deep in what had happened, and what was to come.
The car glided through the quiet streets of Aster City. Alpha Elijah had been around recently, handling the growing crisis around Patrick Vale. And while most would've stayed in a hotel or government facility, Elijah preferred his privacy and control. Hence, he'd taken up residence in his private estate in the city.
As the black vehicle pulled into the estate's gated perimeter, the reinforced electric gate recognized the car's license and slid open with a mechanical whirr.
Inside, the driveway stretched in elegant curves under a canopy of manicured trees, and the car slowed to a smooth stop at the front entrance.
