Frank Walker pulled Elena into a sterile, windowless security office. He slammed the door and locked it, his breath coming in sharp, shallow bursts.
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Chapter 2 - THE TERMINAL GHOSTElena scrambled through the hatch, finding herself in a narrow, labyrinthine service tunnel. The smell of jet fuel and rot was suffocating. She ran until her legs felt like lead, hearing the heavy thud of boots echoing behind her.
She emerged into a cargo hangar. A massive, unmarked jet sat on the tarmac, its engines idling. A shadow moved near the landing gear—a woman in a dark hoodie.
"Elena?" the woman whispered.
Elena froze. It was her mother's voice. But that was impossible. Her mother had died in the fire three years ago.
