Downtown Argent City was alive that day with the hustle and bustle of any grand metropolis. Only quality public transportation kept the streets from being completely congested with so many vehicles, chugging about all through the day.
From amid the cars that did travel the streets, a black SUV with tinted windows pulled into a parking lot and soon came to a stop. The passenger door opened, and Paragon stepped out onto the pavement. He was well accustomed to driving, and to being in his hero suit. However, the two did not overlap often.
As Sycorax stepped out of the car, Paragon turned to the chauffeur. “Thanks for the ride. I would have just flown, but it's not stable enough for two adults and two toddlers, you see.”
The chauffeur, a tattooed man who could have passed for a body guard or club bouncer, only nodded in agreement.
The parents each took one of the chi