We entered through a maintenance tunnel Aunt June remembered from “a year I refuse to discuss.” Inside, Raven Mesa smelled like dust, metal, and old secrets. Emergency lights glowed along the walls. Somewhere deep in the facility, machinery pulsed.
We found Admiral Carter in a control room, tied to a chair but alive.
His face was bruised. One eye was swollen. But when he saw Mom, he smiled faintly.
“Rachel,” he said. “Always late.”
She cut him free.
“Always ungrateful.”
He looked at me.
“Lucas.”
I stood awkwardly.
“Sir.”
He grimaced as he stood. “Your presentation was excellent.”
Aunt June rolled her eyes. “We can admire the school project after we stop the ghost plane.”
Carter pointed toward the main hangar.
“He has a prototype. Not stable. He needs Lucas to complete the interface.”
Mom looked at the monitors. A wireframe image of the aircraft rotated slowly on one screen. Sleek. Black. Almost beautiful in a terrifying way.
Then Voss’s voice echoed through the speakers.
“Rachel. You came.”
Mom turned toward the ceiling.
“It’s over, Elias.”
“No,” he said. “It is finally beginning.”
A door at the far end of the control room slid open.
Voss stepped in.
Two armed men followed him.
He looked at Mom first. Then at me.
Seeing him in person was worse than the screen. His scar twisted one side of his face, but his eyes were bright and strangely sad.
“My son,” he said.
I stepped back.
Mom moved in front of me.
“You don’t get to call him that.”
Voss smiled faintly.
“I wondered if he had your courage.”
“He has his own.”
For a moment, something almost human passed across Voss’s face.
