The plane door popped open, and a blast of cold air filled the fuselage. Things had been in their favor. They had reached the Red Mountain Clan in a little over five hours, which put them ahead of schedule. They had hoped for that since the next leg would involve them shifting and flying straight into a blizzard.
The clan’s leader, Derek Night, was at the airfield waiting for them with a few of his men. He ushered them into the control center, where they could speak and get ready for the mission. Joe pulled out his phone and saw a message from Elise to call him.
“Derek, is there a place where I can make a call with some privacy?” Joe asked.
“Sure, Joe, you can use that office right there,” he said, pointing to an open door.
Joe nodded and quickly entered the office, closing the door be
