Yorkson, seated behind Caroline, fastened his seatbelt, checking his weapons stock while she fed the helicopter information.
Once lifted, the building's interior shed quietly detached and took off.
The holographic screen gave a blue glow to broad and specific, details and coordinates of the current location.
The record speed of the plane was lightning fast and unprecedented or accustomed.
His excellent leadership style was methodical, balanced and dominant.
The views at the bottom, although they looked attractive, were not something important at the present time in order to enjoy them now or in the future.
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//on the other side| Los Angeles //
The toy-specific pickup truck was camouflaged; Impulsive and sticky despite the smoothness of the road and driving safety.
Because of the current chase and pressure, the one with the blonde hair and the azure eyes is in a fast race against time.
Suddenly, he noticed something strange.