After about a minute and a half of trying to unsuccessfully get the jet to get back to its previous altitude, Sebastian pulled up the jet’s specs instead, confirming what he’d assumed his vortex manipulator had done.
"We’re missing- we’re missing the fuel tank, half a wing…and two-thirds of the engine!" Bonnie’s question bounced around in his head, echoing until it was the only thing he could hear. He was her supporting officer, damn it, there had to be something more he could do- the vortex manipulator. That was what could get them out of this, even though it’d gotten them into this situation in the first place.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and looked her straight int he eyes, the steering of the jet veering to the side at the absence of his hands, the sound of alarms and the flashing of red lights flooding the inside of the jet.
"We’re not gonna die! But this is only gonna work if you trust what I’m gonna do, Bonnie!"
Bonnie was shaking in her seat. God, she didn't want to die- there was so much she hadn't done yet, so much she wanted to do and accomplish and now she was going to die because the jet was going down.
"What do we do?" She asked again, a tear finally streaking down her cheek. "What do we do?"
She lurched in her seat as he grabbed her shoulders, looking up at him in a panic. "What do you mean? How are we going to get out of this? There's no way we can land this, we're miles away from any help!"
