The anchor tossed her ever-so-perfectly curled hair slightly. “Thank you Maurice. The answer to why federal agents are on the scene of what appears to be a random shooting may be answered by what happened at Clinton National Airport. We continue our team coverage now with Susan Strandon outside the airport with the latest there. Susan?”

The reporter, whose version of the anchor hairstyle was growing limper by the second due to the humidity, motioned to the airport.

“It’s still unclear, Kit, why William Chance ended up here. All we can tell you is the FBI has released a photograph of a van that they say Chance was forced into.”

A photograph, clearly taken from the video mounted on one of the helicopters, showed the gray van as William, Lily, and Quincy were entering. Rudd, in his ski mask, was waving them in.

“Federal agents say men wearing masks seized Chance and forced him into the van. A FBI spokesman said they fear Mr. Chance is in real danger. And there is another astonishing element to this. If you look closely at that photograph, it appears that’s Quincy Martin. If his name sounds familiar, it’s because he’s the billionaire creator of all those new hologram functions on smartphones, and more recently, the ‘Beam Me Up’ app. The video shows he’s being forced into the van along with a little girl. And we’ve confirmed his private plane was parked nearby.”

Video then came up showing Quincy at the New York Stock Exchange, ringing the bell among cheering investors. For a brief moment, the video included images of a green hologram of Quincy beaming from the light of a smartphone.

“Susan, do we have any idea why Quincy Martin is there? And who this little girl is?” the anchor asked.

“We don’t.”

“Alright, thank you Susan. We want to bring in now Stephanie Stiller with Hollywoodextra.com, who broke the news of William Chance living in Arkansas, to talk about this whirlwind twenty-four hours—”

Neve muted the TV. “Well, the narrative is set.”

“Kevin, tell me you parked the van far away from here. Everyone and their brother is looking for it now,” Rudd said.

“I did. We need that SUV. Like an hour ago.”

“Keep your eyes up. The second somebody sees that SUV, we’re out of here.”

As the three continued to look out the window, Quincy moved closer behind William, whispering. “This might be a good time for little thing here to summon the dark side and kill them before they kill us.”

Lily turned her head into William’s shoulder and buried it.

“We don’t have much time,” Quincy said. “This cannot end well. Who are these nut jobs?”

William tilted his head and whispered back. “I don’t know.”