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As they cruised past Baltimore, Maryland, the Gulfstream jet leaned into its descent, tilting everything onboard. Jana could see Ft. Meade. It looked like a small city with dozens of buildings, all surrounding one giant building. The Box, as they called it, dwarfed the width of most modern city buildings. The sprawl of parking lots made it look like a major league ballpark on game day.
A roaring noise ripped past the Gulfstream that was only feet off the runway now. It was the F-18 fighter escort that had shadowed them the entire flight. Jana felt the thunderous engines and was exhilarated. As the Gulfstream touched down, four jet-black Chevy Suburbans accelerated down the runway keeping pace. The plane slowed to a stopping point, and two of the vehicles ground to a halt as smoke pour
