"Shut up Ryan!" cried the captain and Kevin simultaneously.
"Here Three Fox, call Tower ... Seeking landing permission," the captain tried it again. But no answer came back.
After several more vain attempts the captain said,
"We still have enough fuel ... We soar again and circle ... If nothing changes we change cour- "
"... Captain ...?"
Kevin heard only hissing.
"Have you understood what he said? ... Ryan ...? "
Suddenly the jet was dark. The lighting and all the instruments turned out.
"Ryan! That's not funny! You've heard the cap! "
Kevin could not see the instruments, but felt that they drastically lost speed!
The engines and electronics were all off. Kevin clung to the control stick and stared into the gray mass in front of him. In the simulations, they had worked out engine failure and failure of the electronics, but never both at the same time!
Suddenly, the clouds disappeared and allowed the view of brightly lit streets: the ground ... way too close!
Kevin tore at control stick around, but the jet fell like a stone from the sky. He knew that he had to get out. They had often done this in their basic training. He had to blast the hatch away and to push the ejection seat button.
But there was not enough time.
Kevin's final thoughts in the few seconds before the crash were of his wife Angelica, his small daughter Melissa, and even his copilot Ryan, who would die with him.