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.
Maya leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she peered into the darkness. "Yeah, I see it. It looks high. Is that the speedbird flight that was supposed to be above us?" 2022---A--V--shaped-object-filmed-by-the-crew-of-an-airliner
Elias checked the fuel cross-feed and glanced over at his first officer, Maya Lin. She was monitoring the navigation display, her face illuminated by the primary flight display. The hum of the Boeing 787’s Rolls-Royce engines