The fighters and shuttle reached the coast of Venezuela, the golden line drifting beneath them swiftly as they rocketed high above it.
Random berk said:The shuttle throttled back sharply as the co-ordinates of the clearing came up on the pilot's holoscreen so that he could approach for landing. The fighters also throttled back so as to drop below the speed of sound, but they still blazed above the clearing fast enough for the tops of the trees to bend in their wake, small branches raining down. The whine of the thrust drives was impressively loud as they hurtled into the distance, then banked around in perfect formation for another fly-over.