Chapter 1: So You've Had a Bad Day
The flight into Denver International had been fine, but your connection to Las Vegas had been heavily overbooked. Enough so to bump you and a good number of disgruntled passengers onto a loud, bumpy, 39 seat turboprop. The airline assured you your checked luggage made it onto the original flight. It would be waiting for you upon arrival. You’d believe it when you saw it.
It also wasn’t encouraging to hear through the open door of the flight deck that theirs was the last flight out of DIA before it shut down operations in the face of an escalating winter storm front. Though nearly packed to capacity, passengers were subdued and quiet as the prop engines droned loudly through the cabin. This wasn’t the smooth ride you’d have from one of the larger jets. It didn’t even have a flight attendant for the short two hour hop over the Rocky Mountains. Just a water bottle and a pack of pretzels handed out at the gate.
The only entertainment was the technical banter you could hear from the open cockpit door as the pilots conducted the routine flight from DIA to LAS. It was either that or the in flight magazine. Your copy seemed to be two years out of date.
"Could you make sure the deicers are on?"
"Deicers are in the… on position."
"Visibility, poor. Let’s take it up five thousand and see what it’s like."
"Up five thousand, check. Seems the same."
"Controls a little stiff today, must be the cold."
"Hydraulics will warm up in a bit."
"Can you see the flaps on your side?"
"Negative, no visual. Too much snow."
"Feels like the flaps are still extended. I’m getting some drag."
"Controls show flaps in. Think we’re getting some ice buildup?
"Toggle the deicers just to make sure."
"Deicers off. Deicers on. Check."
"Better throttle up a little for this headwind."
"Throttling up."
You could definitely hear the engine drone get louder in response. The flight was also getting a little rougher.
"Check with DIA and see what the forecast is. See if there’s a ceiling to this thing."
"DIA, this is flight 429 from Denver to Las Vegas requesting a weather update on our course."
…
"DIA, this is flight 429 from Denver to Las Vegas requesting a weather update on our current route, please."
"Nothing?"
"No response."
"Try the other end."
"Las Vegas, this is flight 429 from Denver to Las Vegas requesting a weather update, please."
…
"Let’s try swinging a little further south. Keep an eye on the ACAS."
"Roger, ACAS all green."
"Our altitude good?"
"We’re well clear."
"Air speed’s down. Think it’s the headwind?"
"Wouldn’t be surprised. Want me to throttle up?"
"Go ahead, bring up the throttle a little more, see if we can get back up to speed."
"Roger, throttling up."
Once again, the cabin drone increased. This time, an unsettling vibration accompanied the louder drone.
"No change in air speed. Guess we’re stuck with it."
"Current flight time is fifty minutes. Almost halfway there."
"Check your yoke, see how it feels to you."
"That is really stiff. Think we’re putting on some ice?"
"Sure feels like it."
"Still no visibility on my side."
"Try the tower again, send an update with our location."
"Roger. This is flight 429, Denver to Las Vegas, to all stations. We are experiencing possible flight control issues due to ice. Our current location is…" He rattled off a series of coordinates accompanied by bearing and air speed. "Any station, please respond."
…
"We’re losing altitude now. Throttle to full."
"Throttle up to full."
The drone in the cabin peaked and the vibration became a significant rattle. Turbulence also increased. You were glad their hadn’t been an in flight meal.
"Folks," came the pilot’s voice, now over the cabin speakers, "we seem to be having some issues with the weather. I don’t want to alarm anyone, but we may have to make an emergency landing. Please make sure your seat belts are on, seats and trays in the upright position. If we are forced to make a landing, assume the brace position. Lean as far forward as you can with your hands behind your head and feet tucked up under the seat beneath you. Try this now.
"In the case it’s necessary, I’ll say brace, brace, brace, before we try to land.
"Also, if anyone has a cell signal, please try to dial 911 and let us know if you get through."
Those practicing the brace position straightened up to discover that no one had any cell signal. Some people seemed to be recording messages, text or audio, onto their phones instead. Some were crying, but luckily, no hysterics. Although, it would have been hard to hear anyone shouting over the drone of the engines, now at full power.
"You better send out another location, we’re losing too much altitude."
"This is flight 429, Denver to Las Vegas, to all stations. We are experiencing severe icing and losing altitude. Our current location…"
The copilot paused, hearing some odd thudding noise as if someone were rapping on the fuselage from the outside. Recognizing it first, the pilot shouted without the aid of the intercom, "BRACE! BRACE! BR…" The plane jerked suddenly sideways as the right wing was torn from the fuselage. The plane spun as a frigid wind whipped through the jagged hole and snow swept around the screaming passengers. You could hear the copilot shouting, "MAYDAY! MAYDAY!" He got out two iterations before a second impact separated the tail section from the remaining wing and forward compartment. Passenger luggage and debris from the overhead compartments rocketed about what remained of the cabin before being expelled from the open end of what remained of the aircraft. The nearest row of seats, along with their securely belted passengers, went after their luggage.
Struggling to hold your brace position, the tail section with you and a handful of passenger rows tumbled and rolled violently. After what seemed it would never end, the tail section of the passenger compartment slid to a stop, packing the now open end of the compartment with snow and broken pine branches. The section lay on it’s side, gravity now pulled you sideways in your seat.
It was quiet now. The only sound, the wind whistling as the storm worsened outside.
24 February 2019, 11:38pm