Chapter 9 - THE MIDNIGHT FLIGHT TO NEW YORK
An hour later, Marcus Thorne boarded his private Gulfstream jet parked on a private tarmac at O'Hare International.
The aircraft soared into the starry midnight sky, cutting through the crisp clouds on a direct course for Manhattan.
Marcus sat at his mahogany conference table inside the cabin, reviewing thick dossier files on the New York syndicate members.
His bodyguards stood guard at the cabin doors, maintaining absolute, disciplined silence throughout the flight.
By 3:00 AM, the jet touched down smoothly at Teterboro Airport in New Jersey, where a convoy of black sedans awaited.
They crossed the Hudson River via the Lincoln Tunnel, entering the sleeping, neon-lit streets of Manhattan.
The target was a private social club in the Upper East Side, owned by the primary mastermind of the exploitation ring.
Marcus stepped out of the vehicle wearing his charcoal grey suit jacket over a maroon button-down shirt.
He walked up the stone steps of the luxury townhouse with unhurried, terrifying grace, his bodyguards right behind him.
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The heavy oak doors were breached in seconds, shattering the quiet illusion of high-society untouchability.
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