Limitless

It was just another day in the air only two hours to pass. She would practice her routine in her mind, than be off with it. Push the cart down a few yards. Get them fed and full almost with the complimentary drink. The world far under us. It's time to start prepping the food to get it ready to cook. The military was all saying their prayers. She thought of being a detective "Janessa Wuthering ahead of the game, out to bust another one." The headlines would read to the crowd around.

"We are crashing." The Pilot cried on the intercom.

"Everyone be ready!" her co-worker had said.

The curtain slide closed to protect dignity like the weights in it were built for. They could not tell what was happening. They were making it through other things. The boeing 747 aircraft model was enough to make it across, even more now even though the storm was upon them.

"We didn't finish the report." The one said.

They couldn't make out what it was and who was talking. The economy class grew afraid in the cruelty of not seeing the people speak around them in the wake of the alarm. They had the safety gear fastened to them. The flight attendant was strapped in safe. She started to look around Janessa was trained and safe to operate.

"T3R." The one hollered.

"Just T3R, that was what was needed."

"We can survive an attack like this."

The outside started to turn dark and grey from the storm clouds. It was te last of the Delta 1237. They knew this and the discovery they had made. The T3R replaced the NACLC they had. They knew not doing it left a loose end. They had to be safe and careful with it. They were not and now the danger was unruly.

"It has to be something you can fix, right?" Janessa hollered back to them. "Something that can be tied at least, unloose."

"The T3R was not an easy thing to overlook."

"But it can be finished right?"

"No, not at the moment!"

"Why? Why was it not completed?"

"It was just a recheck on it." The more experienced looking one had said. " It was, what it was!"

"What?"

"What had happened?"

"Sickness was all around as mental health over took a town of five-hundred. We were there to evacuate and release any detained through the plague." He went on.

"Okay, but what about the T3R?"

"We ignored it assuming we got it all, but rumors of a mutation flared up from it."

"Okay?"

"Now this!"

"How do we stop it?"

"Gotta let base know for an airstrike!"

"Okay, i'll get the pilot."

"Use his intercom to telecommunicate with the base!"

The air was still shaking the plane it looked like a winged creature outside circling it. It was an animal that had mutated in her mind. A duck or pigeon back to the dinosaur age. Now it was almos fire breathing and looked monsterous. Hopefully the military would be able to detour the plagued mutation. In the end they had to find a way to survive in flight. It was almost a need to live in the sky after the apocalypse.

"They are not coming through?"

"What?"

"We have to dodge and find cover we are almost dropping height!"

"Let me take over flying?" The young quiet gentleman had said.

The economy class was still nervous as the other steward had started to feed them. The young air fighter pilot had taken over the plane to get them to safety as danger filled the air.

Sources and Resources-

https://airmodels.net/boeing/747

wikipedia.org/wiki/list_of_U.S_security_clearance_terms