Novel & Cerita Alliance Flight Paths Classic

Damon pulled up a triangulation of refueling sites that Falken used along upstate corridors. One ping stood out. > GasPro Station – Exit 16A – I-88 Eastbound Timestamp: 05:39 a.m. Thirty-seven minutes after Ella was taken. From there, Damon overlaid regional air traffic paths — the legal ones… and the ones not on any public registry. Just one match. A private airstrip, unlit, no tower. > Oneonta Field Group – Site ID: OGF-17 Owner: Redacted Flight clearance: 6:15 a.m. – Cargo / No Manifest

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But then I thought of my mum, pale and coughing in bed, I thought of the bills stacked on the floor, I thought of the doctor’s voice saying she needs treatment. Lyra touched her hand again. “Ali, I wouldn’t tell you this if I didn’t think it could help. Just try. One night. If you hate it, you can leave.” I sat there, my throat dry , staring into space, my heart said no, but my mind whispered yes. I had no other options left. I finally looked at Lyra and nodded, though it felt like signing a deal with something dark. “Okay,” I whispered. “One night.”

Arnold said “Waw… Okay I agree, I won’t” Uzor said with discomfort, Arnold smiled “By the way, have a safe travels” Arnold walked away from the room, leaving Uzor puzzled and without words… Uzor and Amanda set out for the airport in a black G-wagon, one of Amanda’s cars. The flight had been booked the previous day by Amanda. They were on board a German airline sitting beside each other, Uzor’s phone rang and it was Rachael calling

The public logs at Teterboro Terminal showed two entirely separate flight paths. According to the transatlantic clearance system, Elias Hawthorne’s Gulfstream G650 departed for London Heathrow at 9:14 PM, while Damien Blackwood’s Bombardier Global 7500 was cleared for Paris Le Bourget forty minutes later. If anyone on the compliance committees or the remaining Hawthorne board ran a basic tracking query, the heirs of the two collapsing empires were safely separated by three hundred miles of black ocean.

The steady, rhythmic drone of the four massive Allison turboprop engines filled the cavernous cargo hold of the C-130 Hercules, providing a mechanical sanctuary against the chaos they had left behind in Geneva. For seven hours, the aircraft had traced the precise edges of the chronal slipstream, carving a invisible path through the upper atmosphere across the Mediterranean and into the airspace over western Asia. Outside the scratched oval portals, the sky was a deep, unblemished indigo, untouched by the shifting, flickering realities that were currently fracturing the cities below.

The sunshine is high now and the traffic flow on the road is starting to get heavier. We were close to NAIA Terminal 2. Today was their flight to Canada. They even took care of the paperwork that Mom would need. Coincidentally, the academic year is over. I don’t know when they’ll be back here again, but I don’t mind it at all. I have no idea how long it will be before they return. The important thing is that when they come home, Mom will be fine. I can't wait for that day to come. A small sacrifice for her.

When I came up for air, Killian was still holding on and Kade was holding my boarding pass. "Can I throw this away?" he asked. I looked at it. Then I nodded. He walked it to the nearest bin. We left the airport together.

—Nathaniel— The ‘Aether 19 X’ cut through the sky with a precision that made it RivAll's most elite next–generation aircraft. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking.” “If you look out your window, you’ll see the beautiful city of Port Harcourt. Fasten your seatbelt as we prepare for touchdown on the Allwell runway. Thank you for choosing RivAll Aviation.” I shut the magazine in my hands and gazed across the oval window. Time respected no one.