Chapter 6 - The Airstrip
I ordered Marcus to drive faster despite the dangerous, icy roads.
We sped toward the mountains as the blizzard severely reduced our visibility.
We finally reached the hidden airfield and crashed violently through the rusted iron gates.
A sleek black private jet was already taxiing down the snow-covered runway.
I screamed at Marcus to drive our armored SUV directly into the plane's path to stop it.
Marcus slammed his foot on the gas pedal, sliding dangerously across the ice.
The jet engines roared to a maximum thrust as the pilot rotated the aircraft.
The plane lifted off the ground, clearing the roof of our car by mere inches.
I jumped out of the vehicle into the freezing wind, screaming my wife's name at the sky.
I watched helplessly as the jet climbed upward into the dark, stormy clouds.
Suddenly, a blinding flash of bright orange light illuminated the entire night sky.
A deafening explosion violently shook the solid concrete ground beneath my boots.
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The private jet ripped completely apart in mid-air.
Flaming debris and twisted metal began raining down onto the snowy runway.
