Recap:
Atlas and Quinn looked in the direction he was looking at and headed toward the car.
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Sebastian walked to the small black car barely seen in the dim day. The car wasn't anything, nothing attention-catching. The car was plain and old-looking. He could estimate that it looks about thirty or forty years old.
Sebastian pulled on the doorknob, and it was locked. Sebastian's eyes flashed with an idea, and he heard light footsteps behind him catching up with him.
Sebastian raised his hand and turned his hand into a fist. Then, he punched the window as hard as he could, feeling a sharp pain go through his hand without warning.
Sebastian's face remained calm and casual. He ignored the blood that dripped on his knuckles and pulled out the sharp glass that remained stuck in his skin.
