"Sure." Carol was still dubious, but she nodded anyways. She had told this story a dozen times already and it still didn't make any sense to her. Maybe the Fantastic Four could offer some insight, but Carol, really, wasn't holding out any hope at this point.
"I had read the design specs and every test flight that I had done concluded that the bird was solid. Then I get up there and I'm running hotter than hell. Mach 4 and gaining. Its pretty neat for a second, 'cause I like going fast, but something's not right, I'm thinking to myself...
"Okay...the prototype I was flying was based on the F-117 Nighthawk design, which normally have two non-afterburning G.E. F404 turbofan engines, well, that is until you rip 'em out and replace them with whatever the hell you want. Like designate J79 hybrids with resistance -high resistance- to compressor stalls. Which is the alien tech we're talking about now. And I'm talkin' a whole lotta flash. The core containment reactor is failing and and the whole thing is going nuclear. And before I have a chance to eject, just...boom.
"And I don't remember much, but I'm thinking that I'm cold. My skin is freezing, but everything else...my bones, my blood feels like lava. I guess the radiation just skyrocketed all across the base. They told me they had to evacuate for two days. How's that...'only pilot in history ever to shut down Area 51.'?