Wince 6 Hot! -

Mach 2. Smooth. Mach 3. A vibration hummed through the airframe. Mach 4. The stick began to chatter.

"Flight Wince 6, go for throttle-up," crackled ground control. wince 6

He tore the yellow legal pad out of his flight jacket. Six columns. Six fears. He folded the paper into a paper airplane and launched it into the desert wind. Mach 2

His whole body seized. Not from pain—from memory . Every bad landing, every G-lock, every close call compressed into a single, full-body flinch. The Peregrine snapped into a violent roll. Alarms bleated. Red letters flashed: go for throttle-up

Wince.

It flew farther than any jet he'd ever piloted.