Chapter 13 - The Runway Lockdown
The small red button on my father’s encrypted device clicked with a crisp, final sound that seemed to echo across the entire tarmac. Out on the runway, the twin-engine aircraft was already airborne, its landing gear retracting smoothly as it climbed steeply into the dark, starless sky, heading toward the coastline and the open ocean beyond.
I stood beside my father near the perimeter fence, the cold wind whipping my veil and the ruined lace of my wedding dress around my ankles. Evelyn Vance was still standing a few yards away, her maroon dress fluttering wildly in the jetwash, her face twisted in a mask of sheer, helpless panic as she watched her son fly away without her.
"He's gone, Arthur," Marcus Vance said, lowering his tablet in frustration as the aircraft’s navigation lights grew smaller against the horizon. "The override didn't ground the plane in time. He's officially in federal airspace."
My father didn't answer immediately. He simply stared up at the night sky, his thumb resting casually against the casing of the small electronic device in his hand, a calm, patient smile gracing his lips.
"Watch the tail numbers, Marcus," my father said quietly, pointing toward the receding lights.
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A few seconds later, a brilliant flash of amber light flared across the underside of the aircraft. A loud, sharp sonic pop echoed through the heavy night air, followed immediately by the unmistakabl
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