Chapter 108
Approaching the outer breakwater that protected Bahia Limón, Colon, Panama, Ed Carmichael knew he was about to freak out every flight controller in the area. An unidentified aircraft appearing abruptly on their scopes at fifty feet above the water and over five hundred miles an hour would be enough to upset any radar technician.
It was freaking him out. Many of the ships in the harbor were significantly taller than his current flight altitude and offered serious collision hazards.
At the breakwater, he slammed the turbines’ throttles down to idle. His jet had just become a nearly silent high-speed glider.
Ed pulled back on the control yoke sending the Gulfstream soaring aloft. He punched up into the cloud layer that had blanketed the Panamanian night, trading speed for a ne
