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 scaling this ladder like it's a jungle gym. The wind's screamin' in our ears, the ground's fading below, and I swear I saw a eagle divebombing past. This is the kind of rush that changes your perspective. There's somethin'hypnotic about being up there, look