Coerced, Chapter One

CHAPTER ONE

COERCED - 1 - FULL RESOmega Airlines flight 1194 would land at New Orleans International just as the approaching thunderstorm moved over the airport.

Air traffic controller Jacob Crispen looked out the airport’s control tower windows and observed the black line of clouds two miles to the west continuing eastward toward the airport. Every few seconds, lightning shot out.

If Omega 1194 didn’t land in the next few minutes, the storm would close the airport. Any other traffic inbound would have to hold or fly to their alternate airport.

Omega was three miles from the airport and several thousand feet higher than other flights would normally be that far away. It seemed impossible they would lose their excess altitude and make a normal landing.

Crispen considered giving Omega the option of flying a three-sixty-degree turn to give them more time, but that would have them landing after the storm hit. He brought the microphone to his lips and keyed the transmit button. “Omega 1194, winds two one zero at fifteen, gusting to twenty-five. You’re still cleared to land.” His foot tapped a steady beat.

“Omega 1194,” one of the two pilots radioed back.

The 737’s wings rocked. They were two miles from landing, but their altitude readout on Crispen’s radar showed them at three thousand feet. Most aircraft would be at eight hundred feet. He couldn’t believe they were continuing the approach.

“Omega 1194, wind one eight zero at twenty gusting to thirty.” Crosswind gusts in excess of twenty-five knots made landing difficult.

The plane continued toward the airport.

The wind howled as it rounded the control tower windows. Crispen considered evacuating the tower and seeking the safety of the offices at ground level in case the wind toppled the tower, or blew out its windows. After Omega landed, or aborted their approach, he’d scramble down the stairs.

Omega was a mile from the airport and a thousand feet above it. They should be less than five hundred. The plane’s wings continued to rock from the thunderstorm half a mile away. “Omega 1194, wind one seven zero at two two. We just had a gust of forty.” Crispen stood and stepped from foot to foot in time with the plane.

The flight crossed the end of the runway two hundred feet in the air. Most aircraft would’ve been at fifty feet. It continued descending, the wings rolling left and right.

“Go around. Go around,” Crispen said without keying the microphone. He could only order the flight to do so if the runway wasn’t clear of traffic.

Over halfway down the runway and twenty feet off the ground, Omega’s nose aligned with the runway. The aircraft descended fast, hitting the runway in what must’ve been a jolt. It bounced ten feet into the air and hovered while continuing on its path, before dropping to the concrete once more.

Do they have enough runway to get stopped?

The spoilers on top of the wings lifted, and the slots in the side of the engine opened, signaling the pilots had selected reverse thrust.

The aircraft swerved back and forth.

Crispen’s mouth gaped when Omega went off the right side of the runway. Pieces of smashed runway edge lights flew into the air.

The thunderstorm swallowed Omega in the heavy rain. Visibility dropped, making it difficult for Crispen to observe Omega’s roll out.

Without taking his gaze off the ghost-like shape of the plane continuing down the side of the runway, he lifted the phone with a trembling hand and speed dialed a number.

“Fire and Rescue,” a male voice said.

“This is the tower.” Crispen’s voice was louder than necessary. “Omega Airlines 737 went off the side of the runway and may need assistance.”

“Location, damage, and souls onboard?”

“They just came to a stop at the west end of runway two-eight. Aircraft appears intact. Souls onboard unknown.”

“We’re rolling.”

He hung up. “Omega 1194, tower. Rescue equipment is on their way. Do you require assistance?”

No one answered.

4 thoughts on “Coerced, Chapter One

  1. madmuser

    I tried to read Coerced slowly so as to lessen the amount of time I have to wait for your next novel but that proved to be an exercise in futility. I love your books! The combination of airline setting, romance, and crime is indeed mesmerizing. Coerced also hit a bit close to home as we live about 35 miles from where Colgan Air went down and one of our students at the college where I teach lived in the house into which the plane crashed. We happened by the crash site long after everything was cleaned up and grass had erased any physical traces but we were incredulous that no adjoining homes were struck or damaged. The neighborhood is just a typical suburban type with homes fairly close together. Even for an amateur, non-airline industry person like me, there is no doubt that plane went nose-first, straight into that house.

    Anyway — hope you have something forthcoming here soon.

    Cheers!

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  2. danagriffin Post author

    Thank you for your enthusiasm. For any writer, it’s great to hear their labor of love was enjoyed. I’m sorry for your loss because of the Colgan Airline crash. Although fatigue was a contributing factor in that accident, it’s too bad that the crew hadn’t been trained better so that the accident could’ve been prevented.

    I’m working on another Kyle and Lori story. But since I still have a full time job, it’ll probably not be published until late summer of 2014. I’ll be posting more about it here.

    Thanks again for letting me know you enjoyed Coerced.

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  3. Alexis

    Wow, Dana. Now I must read! I love the consistent suspense in this first bit and the efficient, yet very powerful, language. You know lots about lots of things. Thanks for sharing this here!

    Reply

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