The transport purred to a silent halt outside the towering titanium gates of the Upper District mega-mansion. The hiss of the doors opening cut through the tense quiet inside the cabin, and as they stepped out onto the pristine driveway, Geney stood entirely frozen.
Her sharp eyes swept over the soaring glass wings, the automated perimeter turrets disguised as modern art, and the fortress-grade scale of the estate. The opulence of the place didn't awe her; it horrified her.
