Chapter 10 - Pursuit in the Clouds
The private hangar at Fulton County Airport was a blinding flash of white floodlights and roaring turbine engines.
My black Maybach tore across the tarmac, tires screeching against the asphalt before sliding to a violent halt thirty yards behind a sleek, twin-engine Gulfstream G500 that was already taxiing toward the active runway with its navigation lights blinking against the midnight sky.
Before the car had even fully settled, I threw my door open and stepped out onto the windy tarmac.
Behind me, two of my armored SUV escorts pulled up sharply, doors flying open as six armed capos piled out, automatic weapons held at the ready.
"Boss!" Marcus yelled over the deafening whine of the jet engines, jogging up to my side. "Air traffic control tried to stall her takeoff, but the pilot ignored the tower frequency. She's moving fast toward Runway 26."
I pulled my heavy tactical binoculars up to my eyes, scanning the tarmac. Through the lenses, I could see the Gulfstream accelerating down the concrete strip, its nose lifting toward the starry night sky, carrying the woman who had tried to blind my little girl.
"Not on my watch," I muttered.
I turned back toward Marcus. "Get on the radio with our aviation unit. Tell the pilot of our Bell 429 chopper to intercept that jet before it clears the treeline. Force them down."
Marcus didn't hesitate. He pulled his encrypted radio handset free, barking orders into the comms as our black utility helicopter, rotors whirling with deafening thunder, lifted off from the far pad of the hangar and angled steeply into the night sky, slicing through the clouds in hot pursuit of the fleeing jet.
I stood on the windy tarmac, the jet wash whipping my coat around my legs, watching the red and green lights of the private jet shrink into the vast, dark horizon.
Elena thought she had escaped. Silas thought he had checkmated me.
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They both forgot what happens when you wake up a monster who has nothing left to lose.
I reached into my pocket, my fingers brushing against the cold glass ampoule of the antidote. I was going to save my daughter's sight. And then, I was going to hunt down every last rat involved in this conspiracy, starting thirty thousand feet above the earth.
