Mayday At Two Thousand Five Hundred - Plot & Excerpts
“It’s all Yours,” he said. And then he shoved the throttle forward. “Let’s land it!” he yelled. Only a few feet off the water, The Yank roared to life, nosed up, and climbed like a homesick angel. Brock shoved his throttle forward and climbed after The Yank as he gave Dr. Cooper a troubled, bewildered look. Dr. Cooper objected, “Hey, I didn’t tell him what to do. It was his decision.” Brock scowled. “But you knew what he’d do!” Dr. Cooper smiled proudly. “Yeah. I knew.” Brock stewed for a moment, and then just shook his head in amazement, if not admiration. “Okay, let’s land it.” The people on the shore had mixed reactions as The Yank, followed by Zulu Mike, flew right by them, climbing together into the sky. Some moaned with disappointment; but those having heard the communications over their scanners began to cheer. “It’s not over yet,” said the lady in Channel 7’s chopper as the camera showed the two planes regaining altitude over the sound.
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