For the crew arriving from Milliways:

[gone_byebye]

The door from Milliways opens onto what would ordinarily be a picture-perfect day in early October over Central Park West. The air ought to be crisp and clear this high up. Certainly the view of Central Park, its leaves beginning to turn all kinds of colors, would support that...

... only anyone who actually pokes a head or hand or limb out the door will feel that it's not. It's warm- unseasonably so- and the air is tight somehow, shivering against the skin. There's an unpleasant, greasy feel to it, a sense of something about to precipitate out of nowhere at all. And far, far overhead, the sky roils and writhes in livid bruise-purple colors, torn open in a ferocious act of metaphysical savagery.

Looking up for too long is probably not a good idea.

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From Eddie's external speakers came guitar riffs as Eddie cued up. He rose further, and then his missile doors opened. There were two armaments on the arm that lowered - one was a Truncheon imposion missile. The other was a proton thrower, which he engaged without the least doubt. And then his twin pulse engines flared, bringing him into a long, sweeping turn so he could aim - and he aimed well--

Over the rock music that he played, he stated, "Targets acquired."

And then the proton thrower fired. The plane didn't waver. The stream was aimed for Namtar.

There were so many calculations to be made. He knew the angle he needed to fire the missile, and he knew that now was not the time. There were many other stages to go through first.