The ship was close. Squadron Leader Wakechai was having difficulty, but his flight was almost back to the ship. Tristan watched, willing them on. He gave a silent cheer when Wakechai landed, but just then, Blue 3’s left wing snapped in half sending him tumbling out of control down into the mist. Tristan’s stomach tightened into a knot, and he quickly looked over his own wings as best he could.