As the vehicle pulled away from the curb, the sun's rays poured in against the tinted windows, blurring the vibrance of Gwintia country.
The dullness was truly a fitting welcome for a man like the Messenger, who thrived in both shadows and light.
Within the vehicle, Gama took out a thick stick of cigar, smoking thoughtfully for a while. Then he looked to the mirror ahead, taking note of the driver who had a deep scar running across one eye. The man was an equally stoic figure in a dark suit and brown V-shaped T-shirt.
After relaxing himself, he raised his armrest, revealing a slightly elevated silver tube with a key-shaped pattern at its center.
With ease, Gama took out the key given by his superiors. Then, with one insertion, a divided glass screen slides in place, separating any possible physical connection between the driver and himself.
Now, the space he was in was fully soundproof.
