own worlds. Some read, others rested with headphones on, and a few simply stared out at the glowing clouds drifting past the windows. There was no sense of urgency, no warning sign that anything was out of place. In the cockpit, Jason and his co-pilot moved through their checklist with practiced precision.
Every switch, every instrument reading, every altitude adjustment reflected routine competence. They were preparing for what should have been one of the smoothest landings of the day. It began almost imperceptibly. A faint, moving speck appeared against the distant sky, barely noticeable at first against the brightness of the horizon. Jason’s trained eyes picked it up instinctively. At this altitude continue reading …
