The SUV skidded to a halt near the private jet, its sleek white body gleaming under the runway lights. The engines hummed softly, ready for takeoff, the only sound cutting through the otherwise silent night. Neil wasted no time as he threw open the door, stepping out and motioning for Alysha and Andrine to follow.
Andrine’s eyes widened as she stepped out of the car, the sight of the jet momentarily distracting her from her rebellious thoughts. Alysha, still shaken, followed closely behind, her heart pounding in her chest as she glanced back toward the dark horizon, where danger still lingered.
Neil, his face tense with urgency, gestured toward the jet. "Get on. Now," he commanded, his voice firm and filled with an underlying layer of stress. He glanced around the empty runway, his eyes
