Chapter 19 - The Ride To Long Island
At 1:30 AM, Jax’s black SUV was flying down the Long Island Expressway at over one hundred miles per hour through the blinding storm.
He had ignored every traffic law in the state, his mind entirely focused on a single tactical objective: total annihilation of the enemy.
He did not call the police, nor did he call his military contacts; he knew Victoria Sterling was watching every communication network in New York.
In the rear cargo area of his SUV lay an armory of high-grade tactical equipment, body armor, and suppressed weapons.
Jax pulled off the highway at the exit for Republic Airport, navigating the dark industrial roads surrounding the perimeter fences.
In the distance, the outline of Hangar 4 stood out against the rainy sky, its massive sliding doors cracked open just a few feet.
Floodlights burned brightly inside the hangar, casting long shadows across the wet tarmac outside.
Jax parked his vehicle in the shadows of an adjacent warehouse, stepping out into the cold rain to don his heavy tactical vest.
He checked the magazine on his suppressed rifle, chambered a round with a sharp metallic clack, and adjusted his night-vision goggles.
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He checked his watch: 1:52 AM. Eight minutes before the deadline.
"I'm coming, Maya," Jax whispered into the dark night air, his breath rising in a white cloud against the rain.
