"Whoa," Markus whispered, pulling back on the sidestick. He forgot, sometimes, that FMEE was one of the world's most challenging airports. Not because the runway was short, but because the arrival was a snake. You had to thread a needle between the active volcano and the mountainous interior before a sharp right turn to final.

Tomorrow, he told himself, he would fly a default Cessna over a flat, boring desert.

Then, it happened.

Markus fought the sidestick. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He wasn't in Réunion. He was in his gaming chair in a suburban apartment in Munich, but his heart rate was 140 BPM.