Type-Moon: Sasuke Uchiha Just Wants a Quiet Life
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You never knew which would come first: an accident or tomorrow.
The last peace inside the cabin was ripped apart by the wail of metal bones.
The cruising altitude gauge froze at 11,260 meters. Beyond the windows lay the Kazakhstan border; thirty kilometers north beneath the wings was a region of Russia.
A dull boom rang through the fuselage, like a heavy hammer pounding sheet metal.
It was not an explosion, but some kind of collapse from the inside out.
Spiderweb cracks instantly spread across the ceiling as a biting, frigid gale blasted in at tremendous speed!
The sleeping passengers were swept up like weightless tufts of cotton!
Oxygen masks dangled and swayed like decapitated snakes. Those without their seat belts fastened...
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