While the paralyzed, utterly confused media circus outside the JP Morgan headquarters in Lower Manhattan was still staring blankly at their rebooting camera screens, trying to comprehend the sheer impossibility of what had just occurred, Liam Scott was already crossing the continental United States at a velocity that made a mockery of modern aerospace engineering.
The flight back to Los Angeles took a matter of minutes. Wrapped entirely within the flawless, frictionless bubble of Liam's telekinetic aura, the journey was entirely silent.
To Yanxia, who was still clinging to his back with the happy, secure grip of a koala, the hypersonic transit was simply a pleasant morning glide.
Liam decelerated perfectly as the sprawling, sun-drenched perimeter of the Bellemere estate appeared on the horizon.
