Oceanic Flight 815 Novels & Stories

Eve began to lose control of herself. "Ok! Ok! But don't get angry like that! I'm just asking. What exactly is wrong with you, Heh?" Adeline raised both hands. Adeline slowly moved to the TV room and switched it on as requested. "We hereby inform you that the plane with flight Boeing A1225678 with the destination Paris, France had an explosive accident before finally sinking in an ocean. And all passengers on board were pronounced dead! " One by one, they read out the names of the passengers.

he adds. "Thank you!" I mumble. "Why, thank you, Ms. Damara," he says politely. I think he's pleased, but I'm not sure. We ride into the night in silence for a while. The bright spot is that Milan is slowly getting more significant. "Sea-Tac Navigation Ultradeep Matisse. Flight plan to Milan in place. Please proceed and standby. Over." "This is Ultradeep Matisse, understood Sea-Tac. Standing by, over and out."

The public logs at Teterboro Terminal showed two entirely separate flight paths. According to the transatlantic clearance system, Elias Hawthorne’s Gulfstream G650 departed for London Heathrow at 9:14 PM, while Damien Blackwood’s Bombardier Global 7500 was cleared for Paris Le Bourget forty minutes later. If anyone on the compliance committees or the remaining Hawthorne board ran a basic tracking query, the heirs of the two collapsing empires were safely separated by three hundred miles of black ocean.

"Change the flight to the earliest one tomorrow morning." "Yes, sir!"

2% ESTIMATED COMPLETION: 18:42:00 BANDWIDTH THROTTLE: MAXIMUM ALLOCATION ​"Eighteen hours," Julian noted, checking the digital clock on the vessel's navigation console. "We're in the middle of the Atlantic tracking loop, and our primary tactical flight clearance was burned the second we dropped into the Bahoruco valley. Even if Maya can patch together a secondary diplomatic transport out of Puerto Rico, we can't be in two places at once. We have to choose a target."

“Good afternoon. This is your captain speaking. I'd like to thank everyone for choosing Delta Airlines. This is Flight 86A. We are currently cruising at an altitude of 33,000 feet at an airspeed of 400 miles per hour. The time is 2:25 pm. The weather looks good and with the tailwind on our side, we are expecting to land in Seoul approximately fifteen minutes ahead of schedule. The weather in Seoul is cold and cloudy, with a temperature of 5 degrees for this afternoon. If the weather cooperates we should get a great view of the city as we descend. The cabin crew will be coming around in about twenty minutes to offer you a light snack and beverage. I'll talk to you again before we reach our de

Haldane Fox glanced up as the oddly melodious 4 ping 5 echoed around the cabin. ‘Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. We are now beginning our descent to Honolulu Airport. Please observe the “No Smoking” signs, and “Fasten Seat-belts” signs. Your cabin crew will be around to help anyone having difficulty with their belts. I trust you enjoyed your flight with us, and wish you all a pleasant stay on Oahu. Aloha' Haldane sighed wearily and reached for his seatbelt. It had been a long flight, from London to New York for a short stopover, then on to LA for yet another stopover before the long haul across the mighty Pacific Ocean to the fabled Hawaiian Islands.

Chapter 90: The Atlantic Crossing The Gulfstream G650 plane had two engines that were making a loud humming noise as it went up into the dark sky over the Atlantic Ocean. Below the city lights of New York were getting smaller and smaller and soon they were gone, leaving Julian and Elena all alone in the air between the power they had just taken and the big challenges that were waiting for them in other countries.