Asher stood in the empty hallway, hands on his hips as he looked left and right. "We need a ride if we're gonna make it to the crime scene before everyone gets slaughtered!"
"The crime what?" Loona snapped, her eyes wide with total confusion. Her master hadn't explained a single damn thing to her yet.
A few meters away, an old, beat-up McLaren was sitting idle. Out of nowhere, its headlights flickered to life. The gear shifted, and the machine lurched forward all on its own.
It screeched to a sudden halt directly in front of Asher, the gull-wing doors popping open like a eager dog presenting a fetch toy.
Asher stared into the cabin, half-expecting someone to stumble out, but the seats were completely empty.
[You requested vehicular transport. A nearby candidate has submitted to your authority.] the System chirped in his mind.
