ReconnaissanceWhile shorter than the expanse between Kippoli and Jeanru, the run out to Zhil Lomao was no stroll in the park for Voi. Puffy white clouds billowed up to twenty-five thousand feet and beyond, obstructing her view both ahead and below.
Unpredictable drafts jostled the tiny MR-6 around as Voi eased the aerocraft below the blanket of clouds. She flew into an unexpected blizzard, ice crystals collecting along the canopy as the cold penetrated the closed cockpit. I need to get lower. She struggled to maintain control with the stick and flexed her gloved fingers on occasion, huffing through her oxygen mask.
There was a dark patch in the clouds which seemed to swallow sunlight. Voi peered through her goggles, straining to make out the source of this phenomenon through the blizzard
