Martin's eyes widened in surprise when he realized that Kimberly was rushing towards the back door with a bag full of weapons.
"M-Mrs. Rodgers?! Wha-what are you doing—" Martin hadn't had the chance to finish his question and froze in fear as soon as he saw Ryley's Godmother pull out a gun and loaded it full with magazine.
"Move aside, I will drive." Kimberly said as she quickly stuffed her gun in the holster strapping her thigh, then fixed her skirt before finally getting into the driver's seat.
"Pray that we reach Chicago in time." She added moments before she made a sharp turn around and stepped on the gas deeply, driving back towards the airport.
Martin bulged his eyes in shock when he heard it. "Chicago? Why would we go to Chicago?!"
***
At this time, Ryley slumped back in his seat with his dull eyes blankly staring at the dark pearl in his palm.
