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so far they have been unsuccessful.”
    “Colonel Reynolds, what is the ETA on your F-16s?” asked Colonel Arnold.
    Arnold took a deep breath during the pause and studied the global positioning of Flight 129. The plane would be over a desolate area of Eastern Kentucky in roughly ten minutes. He had to escalate this to USNorthCom. He was not going to sentence 237 passengers and crew to their death without further orders.
     

Chapter 6
    May 8, 2016
    3:23 p.m.
    F-16 “Fighting Falcons”
    180 th Fighter Wing
    24,000 Feet
    Near Lexington, Kentucky
     
    “Roger, Giant Killer, awaiting orders,” said Smash Seven, the lead F-16 pilot dispatched to intercept Flight 129. “We will maintain two four thousand at the four o’clock and eight o’clock positions.”
    “Copy, Smash Seven,” said Smash Eleven, maintaining his position above the left rear of the 757 aircraft. “Smash Seven, switch to alternate frequency Charlie. Repeat, switch to alternate frequency Charlie.”
    “Go ahead, Smash Eleven.”
    “Are we going to shoot down a commercial airliner?” asked Smash Eleven.
    “Certainly not what I had in mind when I woke up this morning,” said Smash Seven. “It must be hijacked.
    “Look, they’re climbing. Return to primary frequency.”
    “Switching,” said Smash Eleven.
    “Giant Killer, Smash Seven. Aircraft appears to be in ascent. Repeat, aircraft is ascending. Now climbing to two four thousand,” said Smash Seven. “Now two eight thousand. Please advise.”
    “Roger that, Smash Seven,” said Giant Killer. “Maintain present heading and adjust altitude to three six thousand.”
    The F-16s rose in altitude to maintain a height advantage over the 757.
    “Aircraft has leveled off at three three thousand. Heading has not changed,” said Smash Seven. “We have bull’s-eye on one-two-nine at three six thousand now. We are a half mile in trail.”
     

Chapter 7
    May 8, 2016
    3:23 p.m.
    American Airlines Flight 129
    20,000 Feet
    Near Lexington, Kentucky
     
    “Those are F-16s,” said Bird. “They’ve remained just behind us since they checked us out a few minutes ago.”
    Gray was aware the military would not hesitate to shoot them down if the plane was hijacked. Although their altitude had leveled, no one knew whether the plane would fly directly into the Atlantic or nose-dive into Washington. The government would not take that chance. He suddenly felt the urge to call his wife.
    “I’m going to call Betty,” said Gray.
    At lower altitude, he might reach a cell tower. A second after pressing send on his phone, the plane began to climb. He initiated communications once again with the Indianapolis ZID.
    “Indianapolis Center. American Airlines Flight one-two-niner. Aircraft has begun uncontrolled ascent,” said Gray.
    Bird called out the altimeter readings. “Twenty-three thousand. Twenty-six thousand. Thirty thousand.”
    “American Airlines one-two-niner, roger that. Are you able to gain control of your aircraft?”
    “Negative.” Gray was sweating profusely.
    They were running out of time.
    “Where are the F-16s, Stacy?”
    “I don’t have a visual. My guess is they’re a thousand feet above and behind us,” replied Bird.
    “Captain Gray,” interrupted the voice of the Air Force colonel, “I’m not going to sugarcoat this. You have about two minutes to gain control of your aircraft before you enter populated areas and D.C. airspace. Homeland Security has established certain protocols in this type of situation.”
    Gray and Bird exchanged glances. How could this be happening? I really want to talk to my wife .
    “Colonel, I assure you that we have nothing to do with this,” pleaded Gray. “There has to be a solution. This airplane is acting normally, except for the controls. It must be a malfunction. You can’t shoot us down!”
    “Randy, look!” exclaimed Bird, tapping the monitors for the onboard computer.
    Gray immediately grabbed the controls, remembering that the autopilot