At 3 p.m., Felix Preston and Evan Yates each drove a car from the studio, heading to North Aethelburg for a business meeting.
Along the way, the two Mercedes drove in a tight, single-file line. But halfway there, several black cars suddenly sped up from behind and aggressively cut in between the two Mercedes.
SKREEE—
Felix Preston slammed on the brakes, narrowly avoiding a rear-end collision with the car in front.
Once the car ahead had pulled away, he slowly pressed the accelerator while calling Evan Yates.
"Hello? Preston, what's wrong?"
Evan Yates had no idea what was happening. The loud, high-energy music in his car blasted one track after another.
Felix Preston's brow was tightly furrowed. He drove cautiously while keeping an eye on the situation behind him.
"A few black cars cut in on us. Our cars have been separated. Pay attention to your surroundings. Be careful, they might be up to no good."
