Chapter 3 - Taking to the SkiesMinutes later, Marcus stepped into the cockpit of the sleek white jet. The familiar scent of leather, warm electronics, and aviation fuel washed over him.
For a fleeting second, the ghosts of his past whispered in his ear—the sound of blaring alarms and hydraulic failure. Marcus closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let six years of muscle memory take over. His hands flew across the overhead panels: battery, avionics, fuel pumps, engine start.
The twin jet engines roared to life, vibrating through the fuselage with smooth power.
Over the comms, Greg’s voice trembled. "Marcus, you are cleared for runway two-three. Are you... really doing this?"
"Cleared for takeoff," Marcus replied steadily.
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He aligned the aircraft with the center line and pushed the throttles forward. The jet accelerated down the tarmac, a blur of motion, before the nose lifted cleanly into the darkening sky.
In the luxury cabin behind him, Victoria held her breath as the g-force pressed her into the leather seat. The climb was flawless—silky smooth and astonishingly precise.
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