The farther ahead on the curve of this dirt road, the more of the landing strip was revealed, together with what just had to follow: a fucking airplane.
A bunch of spotlights not only lightened the small passenger plane and the group of people waiting in front of it but also the whole landing strip, making me feel as if a big fat target were drawn on our backs.
Although the plane was a bit more military style with a bunch of green colors, I had to immediately think of the Maestro's memories: the planes that had indiscriminately fallen from the sky, like goddamn shooting stars.
My mouth hung open.
Are they serious?
They can't be serious.
There was no other plane in sight, just a big hangar further at the end of the landing strip; this was clearly not a real airport but a private one.
Ethan eventually slowed the car near my grandmother and the staff sergeant who had walked hurriedly towards us, away from the group that was now behind them.
