Chapter 422 Way Off

• That night, the private jet sliced through a moonless sky before gliding onto the flood-lit tarmac of the Night Alliance's hidden airstrip.
• Walter emerged, a long black overcoat sweeping around him. He stood tall, shoulders ramrod straight, his devilishly handsome face carved into utter neutrality as his long strides carried him into the chill. Every subtle movement radiated an oppressive force, a hush that made even seasoned killers swallow hard.
• "Sir!" Derek's voice snapped across the runway, sharp as the crack of a whip.