Off Limits
The main security chain had been sheared in two, its heavy steel links lying half-submerged in the mud like the fractured vertebrae of some ancient, deep-sea beast.
Beside it sat Jeremy’s heavy black utility truck, its engine ticking with a dull, rhythmic heat as the freezing downpour pelted the reinforced steel hood.
I killed the McLaren's ignition. The sudden, absolute drop in sound inside the cabin was suffocating, leaving nothing but the frantic, chaotic hammering of my own chest against my ribs. I sat there for three seconds, my eyes fixed on the small, rusted pilot door at the base of the terminal. A thin, flickering sliver of orange halogen light cut through the gap, bleeding out into