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3rd P.O.V.
.......At Denver International Airport (DEN)..... Denver, Colorado (Mile High City)
The long black sedan sliced through the inky darkness, the only sound the low hum of the engine and the faint static of an all-night radio station. The world outside the windshield was a blur of black and gray, save for the rhythmic pulse of white lines painted on the asphalt that guided the way like a digital lifeline. High above, the occasion streetlamp flickered on and off, casting eerie, fleeting shadows across the dashboard.
The dashboard lights, a soft, green glow, were the only other source of illumination, highlighting the driver's hands gripping the wheel, knuckles white with a mixture of anticipation a
