Washington D.C. — Joint Base Andrews
A low thunder rolled across the overcast sky as The Black Titan descended through the clouds, its vast wings slicing through the gray.
The control tower fell silent as the all-black A380 broke formation with the morning traffic pattern. There was no airline marking or transponder ID beyond the temporary diplomatic code assigned by the White House itself.
On the tarmac, a convoy of black Suburbans waited in a neat line beside the reception hangar. The flags on their hoods barely stirred in the damp air.
The entire section of the runway had been cleared. No media, auxiliary personnel or even stray maintenance crew. Only Secret Service, Air Force security, and a few members of the Office of Protocol.
Inside the tower, one of the air controllers exhaled inwardly in shock, as the landing gear locked into place.
"Touchdown confirmed. Runway two-two left. Clearance code Alpha-Nine-Zero," she reported.
