"Maybe it's a satellite train?" Maya suggested, though her voice lacked conviction.
"We have visual on a cluster of lights, looks like a V-formation, high off our left side," Elias replied, his voice measured and professional. 2022---A--V--shaped-object-filmed-by-the-crew-of-an-airliner
Elias looked out through the thick, heated glass of the windshield. The stars were brilliant up here, untainted by the atmosphere or city lights below. But as his eyes scanned the horizon, something caught the edge of his vision. "Maybe it's a satellite train
"Too low for satellites. And they're holding formation relative to us," Elias noted. He keyed his microphone, switching to the oceanic frequency. "Gander Center, this is Global 442. Do you have any reported traffic in our vicinity, flight level 370 or above?" The stars were brilliant up here, untainted by
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.
"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."