Maya leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she peered into the darkness. "Yeah, I see it. It looks high. Is that the speedbird flight that was supposed to be above us?"
The lights weren't moving like a conventional airplane. They didn't flash the rhythmic, reassuring sequence of strobe and navigation beacons. Instead, five steady, pale-blue luminaries formed a perfect, rigid V-shape. 2022---A--V--shaped-object-filmed-by-the-crew-of-an-airliner
Maya didn't wait. She reached into her flight bag and pulled out her company-issued iPad, flipping on the camera. "I'm going to record this. Nobody is going to believe us." Maya leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she
"Smooth air for the next three hundred miles," Maya said, her voice cutting through the cockpit’s white noise. "We might actually get into JFK ten minutes early." Maya leaned forward