CHARLEE'S POV
I navigated the sleek SUV through the desert terrain of California, the only sound being the soft hum of the engine and the gentle rush of the wind. I crossed a slim river, the water glistening in the moonlight, and turned right onto a dirt path. The landscape unfolded before me, revealing an abandoned air strip lined with old, broken-down airplanes. The area seemed to have once belonged to the military, the remnants of a bygone era still lingering.
As I drove further, a small cabin came into view, nestled among the rocks and scrubby desert plants. A small plane sat in an open garage, and dirt bikes were parked in front of the cabin. My eyes narrowed as I spotted men in black patrolling the area, their flashlights casting eerie shadows on the ground.