The co-pilot, a kid named Vega, went rigid. “We’re at 34,000 feet.”
“Mayday, Mayday, Mayday,” Harris said, voice suddenly young. “Ifly 737 Max, Flight 822. Descending to ten thousand. Requesting vectors to nearest divert. Declaring emergency.”
He unbuckled and walked forward, calm as a man headed to the lavatory. “Don’t touch the intercom,” he murmured to the flight attendant, showing his FAA badge. “Get me in the jumpseat.”
The co-pilot, a kid named Vega, went rigid. “We’re at 34,000 feet.”
“Mayday, Mayday, Mayday,” Harris said, voice suddenly young. “Ifly 737 Max, Flight 822. Descending to ten thousand. Requesting vectors to nearest divert. Declaring emergency.” Ifly 737 Max Crack
He unbuckled and walked forward, calm as a man headed to the lavatory. “Don’t touch the intercom,” he murmured to the flight attendant, showing his FAA badge. “Get me in the jumpseat.” The co-pilot, a kid named Vega, went rigid