XAN'D OUT ON A B707 LADDER RUN

This ain't your typical hangar. We're talkin' a straight-up B707, engine roaring, and we're climbing this ladder like it's a jungle gym. The wind's howlin' in our ears, the ground's fading below, and I swear I saw a hawk gliding past. This is the kind of rush that sticks with you. There's somethin'electrifying about being up there, staring down at