The road stretched before him, slick with rain and glimmering under the occasional flash of lightning.
For half an hour he drove in silence, navigating the wet roads.
Finally, the dark silhouette of the private airport appeared on the horizon.
He turned into the entrance and the security barriers lifted automatically as his presence was recognized.
The guards at the checkpoint nodded respectfully as they lowered their gaze, and he acknowledged them with a brief glance.
The tarmac ahead shone under the floodlights and among them, the private jet was waiting.
Brandon parked swiftly and without a moment's delay, he stepped out of the car.
The cold night air hit him and his black clothes clung slightly to his skin from the humidity.
Two attendants, dressed impeccably in dark suits, stood at attention near the aircraft's entrance.
Their eyes met his briefly before dropping respectfully.
He walked past them, reaching the aircraft stairs.
