Eagler 1.9

Thorne’s heart hammered against his ribs. He scanned the diagnostics. The port wing wasn’t just breached; it was fragmenting. He hadn't hit anything. There was nothing to hit up here.

Thorne pushed the throttle forward. The twin scramjet engines roared to life, shoving him back into the flight couch. The vibration rattled his teeth. Outside the reinforced polycarbonate canopy, the horizon began to curve. eagler 1.9

The explosive bolts fired. The canopy shattered outward, instantly sucked away by the rushing wind. The noise was deafening—a physical assault of screaming air. Thorne’s heart hammered against his ribs