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Chapter 92: The Skyline Breach

Author: Edwinayuss
last update publish date: 2026-09-21 23:06:58

The private Gulfstream cut through the night sky at forty thousand feet, a sleek, pressurized needle of titanium and luxury hurtling toward the Swiss border. Inside the main cabin, the air was cool, smelling of fine leather and the lingering, sharp ozone of the jet's own high-performance electronics. The turbulence was negligible, but the tension inside the cabin was a living thing, a coiled spring ready to snap.

Elena sat in the captain’s chair, her fingers flying across the holographic termin
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