Part Three is out now.
The last red of the sunset echoed across the sky as Keyshaa pointed ahead. They’d been following the running lights from the glider, and beyond, Dominic could see brighter lights lower down, glinting on the surface.
“A ship?” Dominic said. He was cold. He guessed that they were already below three thousand feet. That didn’t give them much glide room before they splashed into the dark ocean.
“Maybe the atoll.”
3 thoughts on “Pan Am 617 Heavy, pt. 3”
What? I didnt even know the second one was out. You got some catchin up to do mister.
That is, I have some catchin up to do… mister.
“Okay,” Keyshaa said. “Cover me.” She lay down on the ground and balanced the middle of the rifle on her left hand, sighting along the barrel. “Get ready to run.” Keyshaa rocks.