The interior of Hangar Four was an echoing cavern of industrial concrete, high-intensity sodium vapor floodlights, and the deafening, bone-shaking roar of the Gulfstream G650’s twin jet engines idling at fifty percent thrust. Rain lashed through the open hangar doors, whipping into mist across the polished concrete floor. The moment the armored Escalade drifted to a halt in a sweeping, controlled skid thirty yards from the aircraft's boarding stairs, muzzle…
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