It was early in the morning—the sun was still shyly peeking out and illuminated the dawn sky.
Cars already filled the street as people began going to work.
Among them was a black polished bus.
A roaring black eagle drawing marked the bus, an identification mark for the people within it.
Moving through the special lane reserved for Hybrids, the bus zoomed through the street and stopped when it reached a rundown alley. Five people in black uniform walked out of the bus—and scanned the area with sharp gazed.
Despite the time, all of them were focused and alert.
From the emblem on their chest, a roaring eagle—it was clear they came from the Shadow Eagle Clan.
A team that was on a mission.
"Is it really the Lincoln Gang?" A woman with fiery hair asked with both hands on her waist.
