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light at all. Cut the engine, everything, you got me?”
    The pilot’s voice urgently respon ds, anxiety rising in his voice, “Yeah, yeah got it.”
    The cabin goes pitch black suddenly. Instantly my body melds to the s eat and my hands clasp the armrests with a death grip. I keep my eyes on the partially lit scene outside the window. Every flash of lightning exposes the ground getting closer, closer, closer. The sound of the plane creaking and jarring from the force of the pressure building fills the cabin.
    The pilot announces raggedly, “3000 feet. I need a guide! Now!”
    The gruff, militant voice replies, “Three flashes. Watch for it.”
    The p ilot answers, “Copy.”
    I breathe in deeply, shakily. I feel the warmth of a hand rest over mine.
    Ezra.
    The pilot mutters, “2000 feet. Where are my flashes?”
    A g ruff voice breaks in, “We need you closer. Too dangerous this far out.”
    My heart is pounding out of my chest and Ezra tightens his grip on my hand. Not s ure if it is to calm me or relieve his own fear.
    The p ilot announces, “1500 feet! Deploying landing gear!”
    The gruff voice patches in, “500 more feet, then the flashes.”
    Pilot answers anxiously, “Copy.” The plane jars hard to the right, but the pilot corrects quickly. “Damn it! The wind is strong!”
    The gruff voice warns him, “ Wind shears bad here. Take it easy.”
    Our p ilot replies, “Copy. 1000 feet. I need those flashes now!”
    The gruff voice muffles as he speaks to someone else, “Now, three flashes!”
    With my eyes pinched closed , I imagine the pilot seeing the three flashes.
    The p ilot confirms, “I see them! Heading in now!”
    Relief washes over me. Ezra’s grip loosens on my hand and I sense he feels relief as well.
    The gruff voice reminds the pilot, “Keep your taxi light. Kill the engine as quickly as you can. We need to get the rest of your team in.”
    He must have been talking about the other plane that held Monica and the others.
    Gliding.
    Gliding.
    Gliding.
    Touchdown.
    “Killing the lights. We are down. We are down. Slowing. Slowing.”
    The pressure of the pilot setting the landing flaps and gear into position tries to jerk me out of my chair, but I lock my body in place.
    The gruff voice starts yelling at those around him through the intercom. “Move, move, move!”
    The pressure of the braking gear eases off quickly.
    The pilot calls out again, “Slowing, slowing.”
    When the pressure pushing me against my chair is gone, Ezra releases my hand and I hear the click of his seatbelt. I release mine as well and hear the rest of the team do the same. I can only see silhouettes of them around me among the lightning through the windows as they shift in their seats and stand.
    The plane lurches to a stop and I grip the back of the seat in front of me to keep from falling forward.
    The pilot opens the cockpit door and heads straight for the hatch. I notice him holding down a button to the right of the door. Seeing his urgent movements, we all rise from our seats and move into the middle aisle closing in behind him. With a better look at the pilot now, I can see he is visibly sweating from the stress of what is transpiring. With his free hand, he draws something from his waistband, a gun. Holding it in one hand, he releases the button with the other and places it on the handle of the door. “The air-stairs are down, I’m opening her up. Follow close behind,” he says roughly.
    The pilot throws his weight into the latch and twists, opening the metal door to the outside world. Sebastian takes post behind the pilot, with Ezra then me behind him. As we move toward the door, I turn to find Xander and Nate. They are right behind me. As I come face to face with the doorway, I hesitate for a moment, but it doesn’t last. I step down the metal stairs closing the small gap between Ezra and me. The sound of another plane engine dying a short distance from us is instant relief; the others have landed