The jet screamed through the dark sky at maximum speed.
Holden sat in the passenger seat, watching the landscape blur beneath them. The fortress was already fifty miles behind him, swallowed by the darkness.
The coordinates Vespera had sent pointed to a location deep inside the Kingdom's central military zone. It was a classified bunker that didn't appear on any public map or military document Holden had ever seen.
The pilot didn't speak. He simply flew.
The jet hummed around them, its hull cutting through the air with barely a sound. Holden watched the sky through the cockpit window, his thoughts still on Vespera's final words.
The true frontline.
Whatever waited there had been important enough to pull him away from his team immediately after the Warmaster's defeat.
That alone told him this wasn't going to be a normal assignment.
Forty minutes later, the jet began its descent.
