The dull thudding against the locked cockpit door was clearly bothering co-pilot Andy Jones, but Brady Bach kept his hands on the yoke and his eyes on the sky. Until he unhanded the the controls and took out a small, leather-bound journal.
“Do you know how many times I’ve run into trouble up here, Andy?”
“I-I don’t know. A couple?”
“694. Well, 95 now. Those other times, I never had a doubt I’d land the plane. This time is different.”
“What are you saying, Brady?”
“Andy, I’m sorry. I don’t know how to fly my way out of this one.”
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Title by: Jackie Grace
Story by: Quintin
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