The rain had returned to northern New Jersey by six o'clock on Wednesday evening, shrouding the industrial flatlands of Teterboro in a heavy, freezing drizzle that turned the runways into sheets of dark, reflective asphalt. Inside the Santoro mobile tactical command vehicle—a reinforced black Peterbilt communications rig parked two miles outside the airport perimeter—Marco, Elena, and Nico reviewed incoming electronic signals from the Federal Aviation Administration radar feeds. A sudden,…
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