Jerome, who was still holding his tablet out toward the vehicle, erased his frown but replaced it with a disappointed glare. But he waved us through without another word.
“That’s a bit disturbing. Anyone could be back here,” Chiron tsked as Gale accelerated away from the roadblock.
“The Council knows I would have notified them, through the emergency call button located just behind the steering wheel, had anyone tried to stow away in or commandeer this vehicle.”
“He has proven his unwavering loyalty to The Committee, which is why he has been given clearance,” I pointed out. “Isn’t that why he was chosen as our driver?”
“I suppose it is. The Council knows best. Let’s be on our way so we can get out of this drab place. The lack of vibrant color in Three is quite depressing,” Chiron sighed
