I backpedeled.
“Thomson! Get up here!” I barked. A pale man marched up to me, asking no questions but swiftly and grimly taking the controls of the plane.
After summoning the troopers out of thier half-sleep sleep and to full alert, I quickly scaned the skies. What I saw nearly made me cry out.
One of the largest men I’d ever seen was outside the widow. Flying. On jet-black wings.
‘An angel,’ I thought.
The man in the sky gave a wicked grin that made me shiver.
“I was an angel,” the words rebounded in my head, and though the man’s mouth wasn’t moving, I knew, somehow, that the words were coming from him.
“I was an angel- but I have fallen”

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