He was really getting the hang of this plane. Think left, the plane went left. Think right and the plane went right. Made flying a whole lot easier. He stared at the tree-covered estate below. All he wanted was to get on the ground as quickly as possible. He could tell that Service was down there, in that big house. He was going to finally catch up to the guy and really pound him. Hard. Payback for all the pain. And for leading him clear around the country, making him work with the X-Men again. Cain focused on getting on the ground and the plane followed his thoughts, tipping nose straight down, heading directly for the large hangar. “Hey,” Cain said, “not so steep!” But it was too late. He had focused on getting on the ground for too long and the plane had responded. Taking him to the ground. Straight at the ground. Fast. With a huge impact and explosion, the plane smashed into the hangar, and the jet inside. A huge fireball roared into the air. Twenty miles away the ground shook.
