"When was the last time you touched a gun?" Royce raises an eyebrow at Ryker, who fixes the barrel of his gun with a silencer.
"Mind your business and don't talk to me," Ryker doesn't spare Royce a glance.
Lenn watches the exchange with a fulfilled smile on his lips, from the back of the speeding vehicle, his fingers typing away on his laptop.
They were close to the Crystal Villa.
Flying here for hours has been much of a hurdle as four assassination attempts have been made on Alpha Royce and Alpha Ryker's life.
Due to the diplomacy between the two countries, they weren't stopped by the immigration.
But the four major roads in Central Lantern have been blocked off by some staged accidents and innocent bystanders.
Thanks to Lenn's unbeatable talent they were able to cut through the shortcuts, navigating through the alleyways. Now the bigger issue was getting the Alphas into the Crystal Villa.
