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Melissa tried to take in the scale of it all as Richie taxied the plane following Claude’s directions. The runway was crowded to either side by towering trees. Somewhere far above in the darkness, the trees’ crowns probably merged, hiding the runway from view. Any final hints of the last of the sunset were gone.
From the air it would look like solid jungle. Jungle with a big hole at one end where planes must follow glide path lights if they didn’t want to crash. The entire field was hidden except for that one, slanted opening in the trees.
Beneath the jungle canopy lay a small city. She closed her eyes, rubbed them, shook her head, and tried clicking her heels together three times. It didn’t change anything as Richie turned the plane and they taxied to a stop at a place indicated by
