ditch. Please acknowledge.â
Reluctantly, Brock pressed his talk button. âWe acknowledge. If this attempt fails, we ditch the aircraft.â
Dr. Cooper looked at Brock, and then out the window at Eight Yankee Tango, still climbing. âOne more attempt. Letâs make it good.â
EIGHT
T he flying armada climbed to one thousand feet, leveled off, turned to the north, and flew out over Puget Sound once again. For want of fuelâand out of fear for Jayâs dwindling strengthâthey decided against going clear to West Point. They turned inbound over Elliot Bay, seven miles out, holding steady at one thousand feet. Brock and Dr. Cooper did not tell Jay this would be his last attempt; he had enough on his mind.
Dr. Cooper tried to keep his voice strong and even. He didnât want to pass any fear on to his son.
âIt looked good, Jay, it really did.â
Jay was feeling tired and starting to get sick again, but more than that, a creeping terror was sneaking into his soul, giving him a gnawing pain in his gut and making his hands tremble. âWhat happened last time? It felt real bumpy.â
His father explained, âWe think it was turbulence coming around that big hangar. Weâre going to keep you up higher this time and land you farther down the runway. Itâs a trade-off. We wonât have as much runway to play with, but hopefully the wind will be a little more steady and you wonât get knocked around quite so much.â
âI just . . . ,â Jayâs emotions were getting raw. âI just want to get on the ground again, thatâs all. I want to get out of this airplane! I want to use my eyes and walk with my own feet on solid ground!â
âI want the same thing for you, son.â Dr. Cooper spoke soothingly. âAs a matter of fact, we were all supposed to go down to the waterfront tonight, remember? We were going to get fish and chips and share it with the seagulls, then walk through the aquarium. Does that sound good to you?â
His father had mentioned the right things. It warmed Jayâs heart just to think of them. âIâd love it.â
âSo what do you say? Letâs get this plane on the ground and go home.â
Jay drew a breath and sighed loudly as he let it out. Now he began gathering whatever strength and resolve he had left. âLetâs do it.â
âRight turn.â
Jay twisted the knob for what seemed like the zillionth time. âRight turn.â
A few seconds passed, and then his father said, âStop turn.â
Jay repeated, âStop turn,â and returned the knob to neutral.
And then he sat there, isolated from the world in a tight aluminum cocoon that to him had no windows. He was in the dark, surrounded by noise and rushing wind.
âNow when youâre about to touch down, have one hand on the yoke and one hand on the throttle. Youâll have to pull the power back when I tell you, and then youâll have to hold the nose up. Itâll be tricky. But hey, if we can get you within a few feet of the runway, a few bumps arenât going to hurt anybody.â
His father sounded so calm about all this, as if heâd done it every day of his life! I wish I could see, Dad, like you.
Dr. Cooperâs eyes were riveted on the airplane carrying his son and brother-in-law. âJust a few more minutes. Just a few moreââ
Brock checked the instruments. âDescending two hundred feet a minute. Thatâll do for now, but letâs keep him up high enough to get past that stupid hangar.â
The fire trucks motored further down the runway, having gotten word from Josie Fleming that the airplane would attempt a longer landing.
Out by Alki Point, the Coast Guard chopper and cruiser stood ready, listening to their radios, waiting for word.
Aboard the news helicopters, the reporters were so engrossed in the unfolding event that they said very little. They, as well
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