The bickering went on for some time.
"At least buy me dinner first before stripping me like that," Gwen said, picking up her gym bag.
Floyd chuckled. "Sorry, wasn't Allan the only one allowed to do that?"
"You're impossible." Gwen shook her head, but a slight smile crossed her face. "See you in thirty."
After taking quick showers in the Red Palace's locker rooms and changing into their standard-issue uniforms, Gwen and Floyd made their way through the bustling streets toward Frant's center of power, the Koma.
The flying car journey took them 15 minutes. Years ago, before the parasite attacks, the same trip would have taken at least an hour due to heavy aerial traffic. But New Alexandria's population had dwindled after everything they'd endured, leaving its skies nearly empty of both vehicles and people.
The Koma towered like a fortress of glass and steel against the afternoon sky, its windows ablaze with the setting sun. Giving it the appearance of a giant tower made of light.
