Chapter 554: Reigning Over the Bishops

The sky over Magic City, usually a hazy canvas of urban ambition, was torn asunder by an unprecedented sight. Not one, but five identical Gulfstream G700 jets, painted in a matte, non-reflective black, sliced through the clouds in a perfect V formation. They bypassed the city's international airport, their transponders broadcasting a clearance code that sent a ripple of confusion and alarm through the regional air traffic control. Their destination was a private airstrip nestled within the sprawling,...