Rue’s POV

After clearing the vehicle of some supplies, I climbed into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and sped off into the rain, leaving the convoy fading into the storm behind me.

One and a half hours later, SpringValley Airfield rose out of the storm like a dark, looming shadow, lights flickering beneath the churning black rain.

Passengers crowded the entrance, huddled beneath awnings, fearful faces turned upward at the sky. The airport staff were scrambling, trying to maintain ...