"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.
"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 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. "We have visual on a cluster of lights,
"Maybe it's a satellite train?" Maya suggested, though her voice lacked conviction. At 37,000 feet over the North Atlantic, the
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.
"Don't jinx it," Elias smiled, reaching for his thermal mug. "The jet stream usually has a surprise or two for us this time of year."
Elias checked the Traffic Collision Avoidance System (TCAS) display. The screen was clean. There were no transponder replies in that sector. "Nothing on the wire. TCAS isn't painting anything."