White Belt
We're so gonna crash, I thought.
Radar and radio were down, so even if we survived a midair collision with the oncoming plane, landing was still an issue.
One problem at a time.
I had a cabin of confused passengers and a frantic copilot. He tried calling traffic control, but no response. I tightened my grip on the yoke.
"Ever seen Amazing Spider-Man?"
I didn't give my copilot a chance to answer as I jerked the yoke, and the plane tipped sideways, scraping past the other plane, and I cheered.
Now I just gotta figure out how to land.
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