XAN'D OUT ON A B707 LADDER RUN

This ain't your typical airport. We're talkin' a wild B707, engine thrumming, and we're scaling this ladder like it's a stairway to heaven. The wind's howlin' in our ears, the ground's disappearing below, and I swear I saw a hawk gliding past. This is the kind of rush that sticks with you. There's somethin'hypnotic about being up there, watchin' d