The Maybach Imperium slid silently out of LAX's private roadways and onto the freeway.
The two matte-black Suburbans fell into place instantly, one tailing, the other hovering in the next lane with, their tinted windows revealed nothing.
Los Angeles traffic, already a constant tide, rippled outward as drivers noticed the formation. Horns faltered, brakes tapped, and then came the phones.
"Yo, that's the car! The Maybach!" a teenager shouted from the backseat of a Prius, already shoving his phone against the glass.
"No way… and look at the SUVs. That's feds, bro. He's got feds with him!" another voice yelled as cars swerved slightly to keep pace.
A Dodge Charger tried to inch closer, its driver leaning out with his phone, but the trailing Suburban slid sideways, smooth and deliberate, boxing the lane. The Charger fell back, the driver cursing.
