XAN'D OUT ON A B707 LADDER RUN

This ain't your typical terminal. We're talkin' a wild B707, engine vibrating, and we're climbing this ladder like it's a jungle gym. The wind's whippin' in our ears, the ground's disappearing below, and I swear I saw a hawk gliding past. This is the kind of rush that makes you feel alive. There's somethin'magical about being up there, watchin' do