The roof of the Westmore Haig mansion, 10th street.
Jose gripped Amy’s hand tightly and kept his eyes on the direction of the Mahithilde Arena.
"We're right in the heart of enemy territory. To think that they'd dig a secret underground passage in the middle of the city like this."
Amy murmured, and Jose nodded in full agreement.
"That's typical of the Sinclairs."
"Yeah, the Sinclairs are something else."
They both spoke the same words simultaneously and exchanged a glance, breaking into laughter.
