"Airport security guards rush the runway as Rafael's black armored SUV smashes through the perimeter gates without slowing down."
The heavy rubber tires shrieked against the polished concrete of Private Hangar Bay 4, echoing off the towering metallic walls.
Dust and debris swirled in the harsh glare of the overhead floodlights as the vehicle came to an abrupt, violent halt.
Rafael pushed his door open with a firm shove, stepping out into the cold expanse of the hangar floor with silent precision.
His dark coat swept against his shins as he moved forward, every step calculated and devoid of hesitation.
Zhea stepped out from the opposite side, her fingers resting lightly on the cool grip of her sidearm.
"Secure the perimeter, Jax," Rafael commanded without turning his head, his
