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.
"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." 2022---A--V--shaped-object-filmed-by-the-crew-of-an-airliner
The lights weren't moving like a conventional airplane. They didn't flash the rhythmic, reassuring sequence of strobe and navigation beacons. Instead, five steady, pale-blue luminaries formed a perfect, rigid V-shape. The silence on the flight deck was heavy
The V-shaped craft didn't accelerate in the way a physical mass should. There was no slow build of speed. It simply shifted. In the span of a single frame on Maya's video recording, the object shrank to a pinpoint on the horizon and vanished into the upper atmosphere, leaving no trail, no sonic boom, and no trace of its existence. "Smooth air for the next three hundred miles,"
The hum of the Boeing 787’s Rolls-Royce engines was a steady, comforting vibration through the soles of Captain Elias Thorne’s shoes. At 37,000 feet over the North Atlantic, the world was reduced to endless gradients of indigo and the soft, amber glow of the flight deck instruments. It was 2:40 AM. Most of the 280 passengers behind the cockpit door were asleep, chasing time zones on their way from London to New York.