XAN'D OUT ON A B707 LADDER RUN

This ain't your typical hangar. We're talkin' a straight-up B707, engine vibrating, and we're straddling this ladder like it's a stairway to heaven. The wind's howlin' in our ears, the ground's shrinking below, and I swear I saw a falcon divebombing past. This is the kind of rush that sticks with you. There's somethin'magical about being up there,