Chapter 13 - The Airfield Showdown
The unmarked police sedan sped through the perimeter gates of the municipal airfield, its tires spraying gravel as it slid to a halt beside a massive, corrugated metal hangar at the edge of the tarmac. The midday wind whipped fiercely across the open expanse, howling around the tail of a sleek, twin-engine private jet parked just fifty yards away with its boarding stairs lowered and engines idling at a low, steady whine. Maya pushed the car door open and stepped out onto the tarmac, pulling her jacket tight against the bitter draft. Detective Vance hopped out of the passenger side, adjusting his jacket and signaling to two tactical officers crouching behind a nearby fuel truck.
“Listen to me, Miss Miller,”
Detective Vance instructed in a low, urgent whisper, leaning in close.
“We have the hangar surrounded on all three sides. When you walk in there, do not provoke her. Your only objective is to keep her talking and stall her until my team breaches the side service door and secures the physical hardware token in her briefcase. Do you understand?”
Maya nodded stiffly, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs.
“I understand, Detective. Let’s do this.”
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She took a deep, grounding breath and began walking across the vast concrete apron toward the open sliding doors of the hangar. Every step felt agonizingly heavy, her boots clicking rhythmically against the tarmac. As she stepped past the threshold into the cavernous interior, the sharp smell of aviation fuel and ozone filled her nostrils. Standing near the bottom of the private jet’s boarding stairs, frantically typing on a sleek tablet while holding a leather briefcase under her arm, was Page. She wore an expensive designer trench coat that contra
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