Chapter 4: The Midnight Run
The airfield was a sprawling complex of hangars and private jets. The rain was coming down in sheets, providing the perfect cover. Thorne, Elena, and a small, trusted team of deputies slipped through the perimeter fence like ghosts.
They knew the risks. Vane had private security—mercenaries who weren't afraid to use lethal force. As they crept toward the main hangar, the lights suddenly flooded the tarmac.
"Ambush!" one of the deputies shouted.
Gunfire erupted. Thorne pushed Elena behind a shipping container, returning fire with precision. It wasn't the chaotic shootout of a movie; it was a tactical siege. Thorne knew every inch of this terrain because he had served in the same elite unit as the head of Vane's security team twenty years ago.
"Cover me!" Thorne yelled. He sprinted toward the main control box, dodging bullets that sparked against the metal crates. He reached the box, bypassed the lock, and slammed his hand onto the 'Emergency Lock' override.
Every hangar door in the facility slammed shut and locked, trapping Vane’s private security inside their own fortress. Thorne turned to his team. "Clear the perimeter. Don't let a single document leave this facility."
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They fought their way into the office. There, on the central desk, was the hard drive. Elena grabbed it, breathless. "Got it," she whispered.
But as they turned to leave, a final figure stepped out from the shadows: Vane himself, holding a weapon, desperate and cornered.
