"What's going on over there?"
Gustav furrowed his brows and narrowed his eyes at the strange movement through the rear windshield.
Lucian intuitively looked back as well, just in time, a voice rang through the radio.
"Car at the rear—take formation."
That order, heard over the radio, often meant one thing: someone was trying to break through their formation. Following protocol, the escort cars quickly moved to surround Lucian's vehicle for protection.
"An attack?" Gustav blurted out. "Right in Dominion's territory?"
His face twisted as a vein in his forehead protruded, momentarily forgetting Nolan was still on the line. Surely, some people had grown bolder by the day—rushing straight toward death's door.
"Master, fasten your seatbelt," Gustav said as he settled into his seat, pulling out a rifle from his side, ready to engage. But just as the weapon clacked into place, another voice came through the radio.
"Wait—they're from Dominion."
"Confirm their identity first."
