Harlan stood over the radio console while the updates came in short bursts. The light aircraft had ignored the first order to divert. Local air support was scrambling. The regional hospital had already locked its neonatal unit and posted agents at every entrance. None of it changed the fact that the plane was still in the air with a physician who had once consulted on the restored-line protocols.Emelia sat on the edge of the cot beside Marcus. The monitoring band tracked the two heartbeats without pause. The stronger one held its rhythm. The lighter one stayed close behind. Clara remained near the door, arms folded, watching the screen that showed the aircraft’s last known track.“They will force it down,” Harlan said. “If the pilot refuses, they will ground it at the nearest controlled field.”Marcus looked at Emelia. “And if the incubators are not on that plane? If this is only one link?”Harlan did not answer immediately. A new trans
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