Riding an off-road vehicle tearing across a sea of yellow sand, Night Owl cranked the music to max and rocked his body to the beat.
All around was a barren desert. They had already gone hundreds of kilometers deep inland; Sparrow watched the scenery flying by on both sides, bored out of her mind, and propped up one leg.
Just then, the vehicle suddenly jolted violently, half the wheels sinking into the sand. Amid the billowing dust the whole SUV shook hard.
"Can you focus when you drive!?" Sparrow cursed.
"It's so dead in here, how boring is that? Of course you gotta get hyped before a big score!"
"This is our last score, right!"
As he spoke, Night Owl floored the gas. The SUV shot out of the sand pit like it was flying, the whole vehicle lifting into the air. Sparrow, not sitting steady, was thrown off her seat, yanked back by the seatbelt, and her face had intimate contact with the glass.
