Chapter 30 - The Call SignThe radio speaker crackled softly as we crossed into international airspace.
“Civil Flight 104, this is Royal Air Force Escort Flight,” a clear, British voice spoke over the private air-to-air frequency. “We have you on radar. Welcome to UK airspace.”
I grabbed my hand mic, looking over at Daniel, who gave me a sharp, confident nod.
“Thank you, Escort,” I transmitted, my voice calm, clear, and ringing with absolute certainty. “This is Captain Sarah Miller—call sign Night Fury. We are flying clear and on course.”
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Outside the cockpit window, far off our wingtips, the sun hit the silver edge of the cloud deck, casting a beam of pure light across the sky ahead of us—a wide, open horizon with no storms, no shadows, and no hidden signals.
Just the sky, clear and true, exactly as it was meant to be.
