“We have intermittent instrument failure, altitude instability, and unknown electrical faults. Request immediate escort and emergency diversion.”
The response came instantly.
“Valkyrie Seven, two F-22s inbound. We are approximately one hundred twenty miles northwest of your position. Maintain heading if able.”
If able.
I looked at the instruments.
The numbers were not my friends.
Altitude still falling in small, ugly increments. Airspeed fluctuating. The artificial horizon flickering like it could not decide whether to tell the truth. Rain and turbulence battered the aircraft with the force of something alive and furious.
“Unable to guarantee,” I said.
The first officer made a choking sound beside me.
I glanced at him.
