Jefferson 388, the ground vehicle most favored by corporate executives.
All the luxury was saved for floating cars; ground vehicles, for most people, only valued safety.
The five-ton, low-profile limousine driving on the deserted street was quite conspicuous, and Haywood was a... well-informed place for the Valentinos.
The car's noise stood out at night. If there was no news, residents and the gang kids on either side of the street would just assume that another big shot was out on a routine relaxation trip.
Inside the car, Ryan's consciousness was completely taken over. His personal link was connected to some hacking device, which kept trying to crack the storage in Ryan's head.
The driver's actions were clean and efficient, wearing protective goggles that hid his expression completely.
His destination was a nightclub called Red Queen's Race.
