To her right were the wild, tree-filled forests of northern Michigan. To her left was Lake Michigan itself, its waves lit up in hues of orange and pink by the brilliantly rising sun. They had been riding for several hours, and she was more than ready to get out of this hovercar. It shouldn’t be too much longer. If they had flown a direct route, they would have arrived at Drew’s cabin by now. But Grant had taken an erratic, zig-zagging path over the Lake, not wanting to take a chance on leaving an electronic trail that was easy to follow. The hovercars still had about an hour left before the override on their electronic signals ran out, but Grant wanted to be overly cautious. Storm didn’t really blame him. They were a little unprepared to deal with all of the law enforcement in Chicago. Or, worse, with the national guard. If the Mayor and President had some easy shifter targets to take down, they wouldn’t hesitate to do so. They were power hungry and desperate for any opportunity to show Chicago and the rest of the nation that they were capable of dealing with a shifter threat.
