Coast Guard Lifts Object From Bay, They Turn Pale When They Find Out What It Is

Racing to the facility

Moments later, Harper’s truck tore down the empty coastal highway. Headlights sliced across the dark road. Wind whipped through the cracked window as his chest pounded. Every second dragged. On the passenger seat, the small monitor glowed, showing intruders still moving around the hanger. Harper tightened his grip on the wheel, jaw clenched. “Hold on,” he muttered, voice low and dangerous. “You’re not stealing this thing. Not tonight.”