Watts leaned back into the plush seat of the sleek Porsche, its leather interior contrasting sharply with the rugged determination etched on his face.
The engine growled beneath him like a caged predator, eager to consume the miles ahead.
The address on the card from the strange man appeared in his mind, its weight growing heavier as he recalled the man's cryptic words.
"You have 12 hours"
And that was exactly where he was going, he wanted to get some more information before he set his plan into motion.
This was merely the 8th hour from the 12 he had been given.
But patience wasn't a virtue Watts possessed in abundance—at least not anymore.
Time had always felt fleeting, but now, after everything he had endured, it seemed both infinite and fragile. He wasn't about to sit around for four more hours when every instinct screamed at him to act.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!