The Golden Visit
The extraction was not a rescue; it was a transfer. Sergeant Major Elias Thorne stood on the threshold of the hangar, his boots planted firmly on the wet tarmac, watching the rain slide off the corrugated aluminum roof in silver sheets. The aircraft, a heavy transport with no markings, hummed with a low-frequency vibration that he felt in his teeth before he heard it in his ears. Inside the...
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