Maya didn't wait. She reached into her flight bag and pulled out her company-issued iPad, flipping on the camera. "I'm going to record this. Nobody is going to believe us."
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. 2022---A--V--shaped-object-filmed-by-the-crew-of-an-airliner
"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." Maya didn't wait
Should the story lean more towards or a government thriller ? Nobody is going to believe us
To the left of the nose, about twenty degrees off their heading and slightly high, a cluster of lights appeared. "Maya, you see that traffic at ten o'clock?" Elias asked.