I attempt to put up the gear. The sensors say the gear is still down.
I radio to those listening "Ge-r's c-rcuts b--ned -ut, I'm gon-- -ject,"
I cover my face a pull the lever. Nothing happens. The canopy doesn't blow, nor does the seat fire.
"W-ll -uck, - c-- -jec-. - ----- -ll tr- --ndin-,"
I'm really scared, my whole body is shaking. The decent seems to take eternity.
"Tow-- Tempest, smok- from righ- engine,"
I notice I'm losing thrust. One of the liquid cristal scrueens burns out.
Oh my loving god. The stalling alarm begins to sound, and the flaps won't respond, nor will the right side aileron. I push the nose down to try to gain speed. The plane rolls slightly right instead. My altimeter shows 200 before it burns out. I slam the extinguisher button, but nothing seems to happen.
I yank desperately on the eject handle. Nothing happens.
Oh my god, oh my god oh my god OH MY G-
The Flatpack smashes into the ground to the right of the runway. It immediately does up in a massive fireball.
Xavier Jackson, is dead.