Lightning exploded outside the cockpit, its blinding light turning the cloud layers startlingly white. A second later, the plane plunged, and the red warning lights flashed on the dashboard.My co-pilot, Jacob Zimmerman, white-knuckled the control stick. The vein at his temple throbbed. "Captain, the engine fire extinguisher will only temporarily keep the flames at bay. At the rate our fuel's dropping, we won't have enough to last 18 minutes up here!"We were 34,000 feet in the air. The plane's right engine had caught fire. The plane's body was busted from the hail, and parts of the plane were losing pressure. Any of these malfunctions was enough to cost the lives of everyone on board.Static briefly sounded through my headset, followed by Lara Kingsley's indifferent voice as she said, "Easthawk 791, maintain current altitude, continue holding. Do not descend until cleared by Aurora Control."I clenched my fingers. "Mayday, mayday, mayday, Aurora Control, Easthawk 791. 314 passenge
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