Hyperion stood on the observation deck of a tall building with a helipad. Behind him, people were rushing to refuel the helicopter. The wind mussed his wispy white hair. Normally, this would’ve bothered him, but he was too furious to care. He had just received word from his secretary that …

The jeep sputtered suddenly, then stopped. Day was breaking, and a dull, dusty red crept through the thick clouds and smoke. The Sierra Nevada stood before them, tall and wide. Rocco had taken the wheel from Tari a few hours before so she could rest. He put a hand on …

Rocco had no idea what he was doing or where he was going. He had never driven a motor vehicle before and had been unconscious while Tariro was operating it. The keys were already in the ignition and after slamming his foot on the wrong pedal, he was off. But …