She pressed the lens against the glass to eliminate the reflection of the cockpit lights. On the small screen, the object became terrifyingly clear. It wasn't a formation of separate crafts. As they passed near a thin layer of cirrus clouds illuminated by the moon, the silhouette became visible.
"Maybe it's a satellite train?" Maya suggested, though her voice lacked conviction. 2022---A--V--shaped-object-filmed-by-the-crew-of-an-airliner
"Smooth air for the next three hundred miles," Maya said, her voice cutting through the cockpit’s white noise. "We might actually get into JFK ten minutes early." She pressed the lens against the glass to
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Maya didn't wait. She reached into her flight bag and pulled out her company-issued iPad, flipping on the camera. "I'm going to record this. Nobody is going to believe us."
The silence on the flight deck was heavy. The steady hum of the engines returned to the forefront of Elias's consciousness. "Maya," Elias said quietly after a long moment.