Chapter 80 Touchdown

• The black SUVs rolled onto the abandoned airfield, tires grinding against the cracked pavement. The wind howled, whipping dust and debris through the open space. It felt like the prelude to a showdown, an anticipation that something irreversible was about to happen.
• Xander stepped out first, his presence looming like the lord he was even in the eerie quiet. Vincent followed, his expression still as enraged as ever to get this done with, but his fingers twitched at his side, itching for the gun holstered under his coat. Sarah hesitated before stepping out, her pulse erratic as she took in the sight ahead.
• There, in the middle of the airfield, stood a small boy. He was Xander’s son. The child looked no older than five, his dark curls tousled by the wind, clutching the hand of one of Vincent’s men. His tiny fingers trembled as he stared up at the strangers surrounding him.