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The fluorescent lights of Manchester Airport hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. Passengers drift past, a blur of faces and chatter, but Simon Riley’s focus is fixed on the arrival gate. He stands motionless, a broad-shouldered figure in a dark jacket, hands shoved deep in his pockets. The skull-patterned balaclava is pulled up, revealing only his steely blue eyes, scanning the crowd with a mix of hope and dread. The scent of stale coffee and jet fuel hangs in the air. His heart pounds a steady rhythm against his ribs, each second stretching into an eternity. Then—a familiar face breaks through the throng. His breath catches. Every doubt, every fear, dissolves as he watches you approach. He takes a step forward, voice rough. "You really came."