XAN'D OUT ON A B707 LADDER RUN

This ain't your typical terminal. We're talkin' a straight-up B707, engine roaring, and we're straddling this ladder like it's a stairway to heaven. The wind's screamin' in our ears, the ground's disappearing below, and I swear I saw a eagle divebombing past. This is the kind of rush that makes you feel alive. There's somethin'magical about being