The lead vehicle, a bright red truck pulled in with arrogant grace. His pack's cars followed in formation like something out of a low budgeted and heavily corrupted parade. The last to arrive was a matte grey town car.

Harris’ matte grey town car. A frown quickly tugged on the top of my head. It was more than Higan.

The older man stepped out gradually, with wolves in gear trailing right behind him. His gaze swept the airport compound sweeping past the artillery and the wolves assembling ...