Province N, Western Region — 18:00 PM
Light had faded. Darkness crept over the bright, dazzling infrastructure as evening settled in.
On a particular ten-lane highway, a lone, ordinary SUV followed the thick traffic of people returning from work.
Inside, rock and roll music boomed. Two Spirit Fox operators occupied the vehicle.
The driver was clearly enjoying the rhythm—one hand on the wheel, the other twirling her finger to the beat. She even shook her head and tapped the steering wheel in sync.
To a faint-hearted person, her carefree antics at such high speed might induce a heart attack, but her passenger only showed a mixture of helplessness and doting amusement.
After all, they weren't ordinary people. One mistake at that speed might spell disaster for most—but not for Spirit Fox.
The two had been in the unit for a long time now, seasoned through repetitive training cycles and field rotations like military tours.
