The night was cool as water.
The chill breeze brushed against the face, piercingly cold.
One after another, the bright cherry-red cigarette butts flickered, dimming and brightening in the darkness.
Accompanied by a dull humming sound, amidst the flashing navigation lights, a large passenger plane buzzed as it landed.
This plane, unlike the usual ones that descend towards the terminal to connect with the jetway, nor did it head towards the brightly lit apron.
Amidst the roaring sound of the engines, it slowly passed a taxiway, heading towards the secluded airport maintenance base.
This base covered a vast area, with huge hangars that can cater to the regular maintenance and engine replacement for various aircraft.
However, tonight, the base was temporarily under martial law.
Leaving the brightly lit airport, the plane entered the darkness of the base.
