It was as if a silver knife sliced through the thick, low clouds that settled over the eastern seaboud and its arrival at the International Airport was accompanied by a tense and turbulent rattling. The interior was dark and sinister, with a light of an amber colour that cast long shadows over Zeth Richason's large figure. His pitch-black eyes never flickered from the high-definition tracking monitors embedded in the bulkhead as he sat, still, in his bespoke suit of charcoal-gray, wrinkly and stiff fabric.
It was exactly four hours since the domestic travel lock had been lifted, but it wasn't a legal or military action that he had taken. The clearance code has been personally issued by Nielle. She had allowed her husband to go back to his own city, that was a tactical decision and it left
