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pilot chimed in. “We’re passing twenty-four thousand
feet.”
“We can jump at fifteen thousand, assuming our speed is
down.”
Myrick popped his head through the floor hatch. “There’s no
rear loading ramp. We’re going to have to make our own exit. There’s a spot
behind the landing gear that looks workable, but we’re gonna have to blow it
out. We have what we need down there to do the job.”
Steve thought for a moment. “Okay, get everything ready but
don’t blow it until I tell you.”
“Aye-aye, Captain. Greco, get your lovesick arse down here
and help me.” With yet another wink, Myrick was gone with Greco close behind.
“You need to let me depressurize the plane before you blow
that hole, so we’ll have to be almost at jumping altitude,” the pilot
interjected.
“Got it. Everyone, strap on your gear. Once you’re
ready, go down below. When we’re set to go, I’ll come down. Any questions?” Steve
looked to each person in turn and, when he received nothing but determined
faces, he said, “Let’s do this.”
Once the team was safely down below, Steve focused on the
pilot. “Start the depressurization as soon as you can. We won’t have much time,
so it’ll have to be quick.”
“I don’t know about this.”
“What? What’s wrong?”
“We’re still travelling at over four hundred knots. Using
the reverse thrusters under the best of circumstances is risky, but after you
blow a hole in the fuselage… I don’t think we’ll hold together long enough to
reach safe jumping speed.”
Steve pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to find a
solution. They had to slow this thing down, now. “Hang on a second.”
Steve lowered himself to the floor, sticking his head
through the hatch. “Mirissa, come back up here. I need your help.”
A moment later, his daughter climbed out of the hatch,
followed, of course, by Greco. I guess I’m going to have to get used to
that. “Sweetheart, I need you to use your telekinesis to slow down the
engines a bit before we engage the reverse thrusters. You don’t have to bring
us down the whole way, just get the deceleration started.” He could almost read
her mind as he watched her work through the implications of what he’d just
asked of her. “You can do this, Mirissa.”
Her expression remained unchanged. He had to find a way to
give her the confidence she needed. Greco reached forward and clasped her hand.
“He’s right, you know. You can do this. Think of everything you
accomplished in Savannah. You are so much stronger than you think you are.”
Mirissa took a deep breath. “No problem. Let’s go stop a jet
engine.”
Steve recognized the look on his daughter’s face. It was the
same look she had before every seemingly insurmountable challenge she’d ever
faced. She was ready to kick some ass. He gave Greco a nod of thanks.
Mirissa positioned herself in the aisle so she could see
both engines out of the windows to her sides. The visual probably wasn’t
necessary, but Steve didn’t want to risk breaking her concentration by saying
so. She shook out her arms, then raised them to her sides, in line with each of
the engines. Also, probably unnecessary.
The strain on his daughter was evident. Her jaw was clenched
and the muscles in her forearms strained against her skin.
A moment later, the pilot called back over his shoulder.
“It’s working! We’re slowing down.”
Steve kept a careful eye on his daughter. She was pushing
herself hard and had already broken into a sweat.
“Three seventy-five.”
“Come on, sweetheart. You’re doing great.” She was beginning
to shake with the exertion, and Steve wasn’t sure how much longer she could
keep it up.
“Three fifty.”
A small trickle of blood dripped from Mirissa’s nose. Steve
reached for her, only to be stopped by Greco. “She’s okay. This has happened
before.”
Before Steve could say anything, Greco moved behind her and
wrapped his arms around her waist.
feet.”
“We can jump at fifteen thousand, assuming our speed is
down.”
Myrick popped his head through the floor hatch. “There’s no
rear loading ramp. We’re going to have to make our own exit. There’s a spot
behind the landing gear that looks workable, but we’re gonna have to blow it
out. We have what we need down there to do the job.”
Steve thought for a moment. “Okay, get everything ready but
don’t blow it until I tell you.”
“Aye-aye, Captain. Greco, get your lovesick arse down here
and help me.” With yet another wink, Myrick was gone with Greco close behind.
“You need to let me depressurize the plane before you blow
that hole, so we’ll have to be almost at jumping altitude,” the pilot
interjected.
“Got it. Everyone, strap on your gear. Once you’re
ready, go down below. When we’re set to go, I’ll come down. Any questions?” Steve
looked to each person in turn and, when he received nothing but determined
faces, he said, “Let’s do this.”
Once the team was safely down below, Steve focused on the
pilot. “Start the depressurization as soon as you can. We won’t have much time,
so it’ll have to be quick.”
“I don’t know about this.”
“What? What’s wrong?”
“We’re still travelling at over four hundred knots. Using
the reverse thrusters under the best of circumstances is risky, but after you
blow a hole in the fuselage… I don’t think we’ll hold together long enough to
reach safe jumping speed.”
Steve pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to find a
solution. They had to slow this thing down, now. “Hang on a second.”
Steve lowered himself to the floor, sticking his head
through the hatch. “Mirissa, come back up here. I need your help.”
A moment later, his daughter climbed out of the hatch,
followed, of course, by Greco. I guess I’m going to have to get used to
that. “Sweetheart, I need you to use your telekinesis to slow down the
engines a bit before we engage the reverse thrusters. You don’t have to bring
us down the whole way, just get the deceleration started.” He could almost read
her mind as he watched her work through the implications of what he’d just
asked of her. “You can do this, Mirissa.”
Her expression remained unchanged. He had to find a way to
give her the confidence she needed. Greco reached forward and clasped her hand.
“He’s right, you know. You can do this. Think of everything you
accomplished in Savannah. You are so much stronger than you think you are.”
Mirissa took a deep breath. “No problem. Let’s go stop a jet
engine.”
Steve recognized the look on his daughter’s face. It was the
same look she had before every seemingly insurmountable challenge she’d ever
faced. She was ready to kick some ass. He gave Greco a nod of thanks.
Mirissa positioned herself in the aisle so she could see
both engines out of the windows to her sides. The visual probably wasn’t
necessary, but Steve didn’t want to risk breaking her concentration by saying
so. She shook out her arms, then raised them to her sides, in line with each of
the engines. Also, probably unnecessary.
The strain on his daughter was evident. Her jaw was clenched
and the muscles in her forearms strained against her skin.
A moment later, the pilot called back over his shoulder.
“It’s working! We’re slowing down.”
Steve kept a careful eye on his daughter. She was pushing
herself hard and had already broken into a sweat.
“Three seventy-five.”
“Come on, sweetheart. You’re doing great.” She was beginning
to shake with the exertion, and Steve wasn’t sure how much longer she could
keep it up.
“Three fifty.”
A small trickle of blood dripped from Mirissa’s nose. Steve
reached for her, only to be stopped by Greco. “She’s okay. This has happened
before.”
Before Steve could say anything, Greco moved behind her and
wrapped his arms around her waist.
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