When the door opened, Nate lowered the stairs to exit the plane. Before they were fully extended, Richard appeared in the doorway, bruised, battered, and unsteady on his feet. He hurled forward, tumbling down the steps and landing hard on the ground at the bottom of the stairs. His hands were cuffed behind his back so he had no chance of catching himself before he slammed into the earth. Ethan was smiling as he came into view and trotted down the steps.
“I considered putting a bow around his neck but, I thought that might have been a bit over the top,” Ethan said as he leaned over and yanked Richard to his feet.
“I would say that was a good call,” Nick managed to say through his shock.
Ethan grinned, “Tyson, I must say, your jet is better than the one Dark Moon has. Thank you for the
