XXXVII. MAYDAY
Charlie and Shynuh had stumbled their way down to the lower deck and locked themselves securely into their chairs. The band, the roadies, Berg Rabinowitz, Sparks Nevada, LaRissa Holloway, and the three flight attendants, were all petrified. The Estrella Ship was rattling badly and losing altitude.
A bolt of lightning from the most horrific storm Woody Woodward had ever flown through had taken out one of the Estrella Ship’s engines. The storm seemed to appear out of nowhere, and there was no warning that the massive black cloud was in the path of the jet airliner. Air traffic control did not even see the storm on radar. It was like something supernatural that did not exist in the Earthly realm.
Woody would have to attempt a perilous landing in Reno, an airport with runways
