The cold water instantly soaked through my hair and ran down the back of my neck.

I walked quickly along the edge of the fence, keeping my head down.

The black SUV’s brake lights flared red.

The security gate lifted, and the vehicle rolled through, heading toward Hangar Three.

A small, white twin-engine plane was parked outside the hangar door.

The propellers were already spinning, casting a blurry circle in the damp air.

I saw a man in a pilot’s uniform standing near the steps of the plane.

The black SUV came to a stop fifty yards away from the aircraft.

The driver’s side door opened, and Daniel stepped out.

He wore his dark wool coat, his hair perfectly combed despite the wind.

He walked to the rear passenger door and opened it.

He reached inside and pulled Mason out by his jacket sleeve.

Mason stumbled on the wet asphalt, but Daniel caught him by the shoulder and pushed him toward the plane.

Lucas followed closely behind, his eyes fixed on the ground.

He was holding his small blue backpack with both hands.