Maya\u2019s eyes darted straight to the primary flight display. \u201cHow long has the control column been oscillating like that?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark frowned. \u201cAbout ten minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya stepped into the cockpit, her eyes sweeping over the instruments. \u201cWalk me through it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark pointed to the status screens. \u201cThe autopilot disengaged without warning. The flight control computer started throwing contradictory error codes, and then my first officer complained of sudden numbness in his arm right before he collapsed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya looked closely at the unconscious co-pilot. \u201cDid he eat the same crew meal as you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. He brought his own thermos of coffee from the terminal.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya\u2019s instincts flared. \u201cHas anyone else on the crew shown symptoms?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Just him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya studied the digital readouts. Though months had passed since her last sortie, her tactical training took over instantly. She analyzed the data, cross-referenced the instrument readings, and listened to the engine pitch.<\/p>\n
The jet banked slightly to the right on its own. Mark grabbed the yoke to correct it.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t fight it,\u201d Maya said firmly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have to keep us level\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re fighting a corrupted input signal,\u201d Maya cut in. \u201cThe flight control computer is fighting your manual input.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark looked at her. \u201cHow do you know that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I\u2019ve felt a flight control override failure before,\u201d Maya said quietly.<\/p>\n
Mark made a split-second decision to trust her. He reached up and isolated one of the secondary flight control channels. The airframe jolted once, but the harsh vibration immediately smoothed out.<\/p>\n
Mark looked at her in genuine surprise. \u201cYou were right.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya didn\u2019t celebrate. Her mind drifted back to row 8, where Leo was sleeping. She had to get this plane down safely.<\/p>\n
The weather radar ahead showed an intense Atlantic storm system. Their fuel margin was tight, and the first officer was still unresponsive.<\/p>\n
Just then, a physician who had been called from the passenger cabin stepped up to the cockpit doorway. \u201cCaptain, I need to tell you something. I just examined your first officer. This isn\u2019t a medical emergency\u2014his symptoms suggest acute chemical toxicity.\u201d<\/p>\n
A heavy silence descended on the flight deck.<\/p>\n
Maya looked toward the center console where the co-pilot\u2019s thermos had been sitting. It was gone.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere\u2019s his coffee thermos?\u201d Maya asked sharply.<\/p>\n
The lead flight attendant looked around, confused. \u201cIt was right here a few minutes ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
An icy chill ran down Maya\u2019s spine. This wasn\u2019t a series of unfortunate mechanical glitches. Someone had deliberately incapacitated the co-pilot, and the evidence had just been removed.<\/p>\n
\u201cLock the cockpit door,\u201d Maya commanded.<\/p>\n
Mark looked at her. \u201cYou think this was intentional?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think someone made sure your co-pilot couldn\u2019t fly this plane,\u201d Maya replied coldly.<\/p>\n
As they began their emergency descent toward an airport in northern Spain, another warning chime sounded. The primary hydraulic system for the right landing gear began losing pressure rapidly.<\/p>\n
Then, the cockpit door entry keypad chimed. Someone outside was trying to override the lock.<\/p>\n
Mark checked the security monitor. \u201cIt\u2019s Richard Sterling.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya\u2019s eyes narrowed. \u201cWho is he?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOur airline\u2019s Director of Flight Operations. He was traveling in first class.\u201d<\/p>\n
The lead flight attendant\u2019s voice came over the cabin interphone, sounding panicked. \u201cCaptain, don\u2019t open the door! Mr. Sterling is demanding access to the cockpit, claiming he has executive authority!\u201d<\/p>\n
It all clicked into place for Maya: the sudden system glitches, the poisoned co-pilot, the missing evidence, and now an executive demanding entry to the flight deck during a critical emergency.<\/p>\n
The flight attendant\u2019s voice came back over the interphone: \u201cCaptain, the doctor found a small plastic vial cap under the co-pilot\u2019s seat.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark looked out at the rain-slicked runway emerging through the dark storm clouds below. \u201cWe have to get this plane on the ground now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya stepped into the right seat, sliding into the co-pilot\u2019s position and strapping herself in. \u201cLand the plane first. Handle the rest on the ground.\u201d<\/p>\n
The jet entered its final approach through heavy rain and crosswinds. As Mark cycled the landing gear lever, only two green lights illuminated on the panel. The right main gear failed to show a down-and-locked indication.<\/p>\n
Mark took a deep breath. \u201cIf that gear collapses on touchdown, we slide off the runway.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya placed her hands on the secondary controls, her touch steady and precise. \u201cI\u2019m backing you up.\u201d<\/p>\n