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- It’s not enough. We’ll never make it. I was too late. Because I’m worthless and horrible and can’t do anything right. Because—
- Stop it, goddammit!
- They’ll belly flop at a hundred miles an hour if I don’t do something, and do it now.
- I take a chance. I abandon the wing. At maximum acceleration, I cover the distance from the wing to the nose in less than half a second. In that half second, they drop another thirty yards. I slam into the jet’s nose, right under the forward wheel well, and heave upward with everything I’ve got.
- The nose rises. I open my eyes, and I can’t stop the wail of fear that escapes me. I can see individual waves now, and we’re still falling.
- One hundred yards and falling.
- Seventy yards and falling.
- Fifty yards and falling.
- Forty yards.
- Forty yards.
- Fifty yards and climbing.
- I scream and whoop and holler for joy. I steal a look back under my armpit and see that the flames on the wing have gone out. We’re going to make it. Ahead, I see the runway, another two miles distant and off to the right. I drop away from the plane for a moment, and it continues to rise. The pilots seem to want more space between them and the waters of the Sound before they make the final turn for the runway. When I’m sure the plane won’t fall from the sky if I leave the nose, I flit up to the cockpit and tap on the window. It takes a moment for them to notice me, because honestly, who looks out the windshield of plane and expects to see a girl there, even in a city like New Port?
- - Dreadnought, Chapter 10
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