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Author: Henry Writes
last update publish date: 2026-03-21 05:40:26

POV: David

The plane kept moving. Not fast. The taxi speed of an aircraft beginning to turn toward the runway, slow and enormous and entirely indifferent to the man standing in its headlights. The light was blinding. The engine noise at this range was a physical thing, pressing against my chest, vibrating through the soles of my shoes and up through my legs.

I did not move.

My phone was in my ear. Zara on one line, Mills on the other, the two calls running simultaneously through sheer adrenalin
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