Leaving Switzerland III

"Why would you guys do this? Grounding the whole airport just to satisfy your selfish desires?"

A sharp voice cut through the wind, filled with frustration and disbelief. The airport runway stretched wide and empty under the dim evening sky, with only three figures standing in the vast open space. A light breeze carried the distant hum of idling aircraft, but the area around them was eerily still.

The first of the three was a man dressed in a full-body black suit. Every movement he made was calculated, his posture rigid and alert. He was unmistakably a bodyguard, and even if his demeanor didn't give it away, the firearm secured at his hip certainly did. His stance was unwavering, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings, always a step ahead in ensuring the safety of his charge.