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The air hummed with anticipation as I taxied onto the runway. My sleek white skin glistened in the morning sun, reflecting the excitement of the day. Today was the day – my maiden voyage, carrying a full load of eager passengers across the Atlantic, faster than ever before! As I accelerated down the runway, the world blurred into a streak of tarmac. My engines roared, a symphony of power and speed. With a surge of adrenaline, I raised my nose and lifted off, feeling the weight of expectation lift from my wings. The view from cruise altitude was breathtaking. The world stretched out below me, a patchwork quilt of deepest darkest blue as I soared above far above the clouds, leaving the noise and bustle of the ground far,far behind. The sense of freedom was intoxicating. Inside, I could feel my passengers were settling into their seats, their faces a mix of anticipation and wonder, as well as feel their excitement, their eagerness to experience the thrill of supersonic flight. I

A 2 tone blue and surprisingly familiar hypersonic airliner soared over the Toronto cityscape as he lined up and came in for a buttery smooth landing in absolutely abysmal conditions at Lester B Pearson International Airport. Canada was lovely to visit, but Flash wished the weather was better. So far it was too much like home. Grey and overcast, not to mention cold enough his pitot tubes could freeze up. Thinking about the poor sod of a 737 who was flying Air Florida Flight 90 and died back in 1982 as a result of frozen pitots, the hypersonic airliner grimaced and suppressed a shudder as not to disturb his passengers. He did hear his third wife, Mriya, his beloved Antonov, was in Toronto and that was one of the main reasons he’d stepped in to operate this flight on behalf of the original Air Canada 787, who was currently back at Heathrow getting medical assistance from a few British Airways aircraft medical experts after he’d been violently ill, and thus, for his own good

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