Milton Air Novels & Stories

“Two flight medics cleared by Dr. Hart. No substitutions.” “Perimeter sweep?” “Two hours before wheels-up.” Milton adjusted the compact weapon holstered under his jacket. “I’ll put a man on the roof. Eyes up, no chatter.” “Anyone blinks wrong, cut them out,” John said. Milton’s mouth twitched. “Yes, sir.” He switched channels and called the Marlowe Airport operations desk. Someone picked up on the first ring. “It’s me,” Milton said. “Pre-clear Gate Two. Nothing in the logs. Usual terms.” A beat. “Good.” He ended the call.

Salem gets in first, coming and sitting next to me as I sat between him and Crimson while Levi, Lucien and Beau sat in front of us, with Damien driving and Ezra sitting next to him in the passenger seat. We drive for a couple hours making small talk before finally arriving at the airport. Taking a deep breath, I hold Lucien's hand as we make our way inside. I focus on my persuasion just as reach the check in desk. "Hello, I am flying exclusively on Ares Express. My name is Mila Rae." I greet the woman working behind the desk. "Perfect, do you have any baggage?" she asks. "Yes, and also this group will be coming with me, did the agent add them to the list?" I reply, making her frown.

The duo sat like nothing else mattered to them, most especially Xander, whose gaze was fixed on the screen in front of him. Matilda rarely had a complete view of his demeanor, and Bruno didn't help matters, occasionally whispering close to his boss's ears as he also worked on a laptop. After what seemed like forever, they finally arrived. The Jet landed in the private airport owned by the Hamilton multinational group of companies.

he adds. "Thank you!" I mumble. "Why, thank you, Ms. Damara," he says politely. I think he's pleased, but I'm not sure. We ride into the night in silence for a while. The bright spot is that Milan is slowly getting more significant. "Sea-Tac Navigation Ultradeep Matisse. Flight plan to Milan in place. Please proceed and standby. Over." "This is Ultradeep Matisse, understood Sea-Tac. Standing by, over and out."

Ariadne’s eyes were glazed over until a familiar name caught her attention. "Milton Group..." Her heart skipped a beat as she straightened in her seat, gripping the remote tighter. The screen cut to footage of the Milton Group's towering headquarters, followed by an image of Gideon Milton, standing confidently behind a podium. The anchor’s voice continued, clear and unyielding: