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The main hangar was huge. Perhaps this was where the Cessna was kept when it wasn't in use. The roof was a great curve of corrugated iron. One wall slid back to allow access to the launch site. There were various pieces of machinery and a few oil drums scattered around, bu otherwise the hangar was bare.

By daisy, June 18, 2012.

Found in Alex Rider, Ark Angel, authored by Anthony Horowitz.

General

The aircraft hangar was the only thing around as far as the eye could see. It's silver domed roof projected up from the golden plains into the blue like some alien ship. Inside was only dust and the echo of my feet. In the shafts of light that penetrated the tall thin windows the dust swirled. the wind whistled through the front and rear openings. It seemed unfinished, like it had been built for a purpose and then abandoned, yet it wasn't that old. There was no decay in the wooden beams and no cracks in the concrete floor.

By cassie, November 24, 2014.
General

The aircraft hanger was so large that even inside it felt totally different to being inside any structure Farley recalled. The breeze moved freely from front to back and the light cascaded from windows onto the planes as softly as forest sun onto trees. In short, there was no stuffiness and no odour save a tincture of kerosene.

By daisy, June 23, 2015.
General

The hangar was vast like an endless desert of concrete. All traces of life were scarce amongst the dull, grey walls that reached up above to a colossal sky of darkness. Although the air was bitter cold, it was filled with the unbearable odour of petroleum that burnt my eyes and tempted me to escape. On the edges, an array of fierce fighter jets were flood with a waterfall of light. The mesmerising pieces of machinery were idle and in serenity yet it was only a matter of time until the thunder of roaring engines would echo through the entire dome.

By botond, August 2, 2015.
General

The hangar looks like a vast concrete field, with not even a single life anywhere at this time of the night. The little domes housing the aircrafts, a few yards from each other stand still like everything else. The silver roofs shine in the weak moonlight, only to make the darkness even clearer. The fighters which roared through the sky even a few hours ago are now locked inside, standing lifeless, powerless.

By aisha, November 5, 2015.