PART 2: The Echo of the Past
My thumb trembled as I broke the paper seal, unfolding the thick cream note inside the dim cockpit light. The handwriting was painfully familiar—sharp, precise slant, inked in deep violet fountain ink. Happy birthday, Captain. You gave up our future for these wings, but today, you will finally pay your debt.
The ink belonged to Julian, the man I had left standing at the altar eight years ago when my dream cadet scholarship arrived. I had chosen the sky over his white-picket fence, leaving behind a heartbroken fiancé who swore he would make me regret it. Now, seat 14B was registered under an alias, but the threat was painfully, terrifyingly real.
My co-pilot reached for the radio to alert ground security, but I grabbed his wrist instantly, pointing to the bottom line of the letter. Tell anyone, and the pressure sensors in cargo hold B will detonate.
How was Julian planning to control the flight from his seat? Go to the next part to discover the horrifying truth…
