XAN'D OUT ON A B707 LADDER RUN

This ain't your typical terminal. We're talkin' a wild B707, engine thrumming, and we're straddling this ladder like it's a monkey bars. The wind's howlin' in our ears, the ground's disappearing below, and I swear I saw a hawk divebombing past. This is the kind of rush that makes you feel alive. There's somethin'hypnotic about being up there, look