"We have six minutes before the perimeter grid cycles," I said, sliding the encrypted drive across the steel table. "If we miss that window, we aren't getting past federal border control without flagging every agency from Maine to Miami."
Claire didn't reach for the drive. Her gaze remained locked on mine, cold and unyielding. "You promised me a clean burn, Rhys. A private airfield in New Brunswick, not a ghost run through a commercial shipping lane."
"The airfield is compromised," I replied, leaning over the table to narrow the space between us. "Vance pulled the border manifests two hours ago. Every private flight departing Canada with an open flight plan is being flagged for immediate inspection the second it touches U.S. airspace."
She stiffened, her jaw tightening as the reality se
