The motorcycle sped down the road, and Lorraine Hughes headed straight to the airport.
Thomas Lucas had been eagerly waiting at the airport, and as soon as he saw Lorraine and the others, he started walking inside.
"The private jet is ready. We can take off immediately. If we leave now, maybe..."
He couldn't bring himself to say the words "we might still see him one last time."
"He'll be fine."
"Let's go."
"I'm waiting for someone."
Thomas Lucas was exasperated, "Can't we just leave first? It's a matter of life and death, Belle!"
"They're here."
Frederic Clarke ran over, his hair in disarray, "Sis... Belle, the stuff you wanted, I didn't have time to divide it up. Be careful with the dosage."
Thomas Lucas stared at the box in Lorraine Hughes' hands, feeling a strange familiarity with the logo.
...
After deplaning, they switched to an off-road vehicle, driving further into remote areas.
