“Ladies and gentlemen, well sir and ma’am, we’ve received a distress alert from a nearby civilian aircraft. They’re experiencing an electrical malfunction.”
Richard sat up fast.
“Electrical malfunction? What does that mean? Are they going to crash into us?”
“No,”
I said calmly.
“It means they need assistance. It’s standard.”
“Standard?”
He snapped.
“This isn’t This isn’t a commercial airline. We don’t have—”
Before he could spiral further, the intercom returned. The aircraft is requesting guidance from any flight with advanced communication capability. Since we have military escort, NORAD is asking if we can assist before they dispatch additional support. I unbuckled my belt. The moment I stood up, Richard panicked.
“Where are you going? Sit down. Don’t leave me here alone.”
“I’m going to the cockpit,”
I said.
“Why? What are you going to do?”
I met his eyes.
“Something useful.”
He blinked, stunned, as I walked past him.
Inside the cockpit, the pilot and co-pilot were hunched over their instruments, voices tight as they spoke to ATC and the distressed aircraft. Lines of static crackled through the speakers. The air felt different, not chaotic, but concentrated.
“Ma’am,”
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