There hadn't been many occasions that Shisui's chatter died so suddenly whilst he was in the middle of retelling an epic and didn't follow it up with a line of expletives or at least something to fill the gap. Itachi waited at least twenty seconds before reminding him that he was in the middle of something - but his radar clearly showed that he was the only one in the air.
Flying above the Bermuda Triangle.
Without questioning his sanity he barrel rolled the jet out of his current flight path, and just as he was about to radio in to Mission Control he felt the sky shudder. At least, that was how it felt. The shift in air was enough to force the Typhoon into some kind of lockdown, and when the fighter jet began to curve into a spin it was his quick reflexes that levelled the thing out.
He could see smoke, and despite the desire to apply his logic and decide that there was a high chance it was from a crash he flew toward it. The issue rested with the number of trees surrounding the area, but luckily for Itachi some thirty feet away there was an incredibly convenient clearing.
It wasn't his best landing. He couldn't say he'd ever cut down trees after touchdown, but the damage to the wing wasn't bad enough that it caused a problem. No leaking tank-- not like Shisui's plane and-- Shisui.
His eyes widened, and he pulled off his helmet, pushing open the cockpit and jumping down immediately, making his way under the body of the jet toward the area he'd seen the smoke. "Shisui!?"
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Flying above the Bermuda Triangle.
Without questioning his sanity he barrel rolled the jet out of his current flight path, and just as he was about to radio in to Mission Control he felt the sky shudder. At least, that was how it felt. The shift in air was enough to force the Typhoon into some kind of lockdown, and when the fighter jet began to curve into a spin it was his quick reflexes that levelled the thing out.
He could see smoke, and despite the desire to apply his logic and decide that there was a high chance it was from a crash he flew toward it. The issue rested with the number of trees surrounding the area, but luckily for Itachi some thirty feet away there was an incredibly convenient clearing.
It wasn't his best landing. He couldn't say he'd ever cut down trees after touchdown, but the damage to the wing wasn't bad enough that it caused a problem. No leaking tank-- not like Shisui's plane and-- Shisui.
His eyes widened, and he pulled off his helmet, pushing open the cockpit and jumping down immediately, making his way under the body of the jet toward the area he'd seen the smoke. "Shisui!?"