The whispers of the passengers around him were so high-pitched that Caleb missed no word. The expressions from the stolen glances the passengers turned on him varied from stunned disbelief to a kind of wary respect.
Caleb noticed the looks and sighed. "Look, we're coming in for a landing, and we have bigger fish to fry than talking about why I punched a storm. Let's keep our focus on the job before us and leave the weather control to, oh, I don't know, Mother Nature." His attempt to downplay the situation drew a few chuckles from his team, easing the tension.
The plane touched down smoothly at the military base just outside of Washington D.C., where the team was to meet with top officials. The crisp morning air was filled with the scent of jet fuel and anticipation as Caleb and his team disembarked.
