The inside of the armored police vehicle was silent.
Too silent.
Riley Styles sat calmly at the center bench with his hands restrained while four armed "officers" surrounded him inside the moving transport van.
Outside the reinforced windows—
Central City slowly disappeared behind them.
At first glance, nothing looked unusual.
The men wore police uniforms.
The vehicle itself appeared official.
Even the route initially resembled standard emergency movement patterns.
But Riley noticed the inconsistencies almost immediately.
Because unlike most people...
Riley observed everything.
And the first mistake they made—
Was the road.
His eyes slowly shifted toward the narrow rear window.
The city center was no longer visible.
Instead, industrial outskirts gradually replaced the crowded streets.
Abandoned warehouses.
Long empty roads.
Construction zones.
Far too isolated for an official police convoy route.
