They quietly filed into the spacious briefing room near the centre of the aircraft.
A long, polished table occupied most of the cabin, surrounded by comfortable leather seats that looked far too luxurious for people who had spent the last twenty-four hours fighting for their lives.
Ethan froze momentarily upon entering, his instincts picking up on something. But he then continued as normal, easing himself into a chair with a quiet grunt, careful not to jostle his broken arm.
Elara sat beside him, while Rowan, Kaela, Darius, Liora, Seraphina, Dave, and the Bulldozer filled the remaining seats.
At the far end of the table sat Harold.
His posture remained perfectly straight, his hands folded neatly together as though he'd been waiting there for hours rather than arriving only minutes earlier. But Ethan was the only one who, upon stepping into the room, felt the hidden presence.
"Why's that detective guy with you?"
His voice echoed through the otherwise quiet cabin.
