“I need you focused,” Noah said, voice low but firm. “We mess this up, we don’t get a retry.” Jamie gave a single, shaky nod. The plane descended, slicing through a gust of warm wind. The pontoons hit hard.
For a moment, they bounced—once, twice—and then the floats dug into the water. A huge spray of saltwater exploded upward, washing across the cockpit windows. The whole aircraft shuddered like it had been punched in the stomach.