Jet was paralyzed in fear. His blue eyes were locked onto the dizzying descent below his feet. He didn't even know how high in the sky he was, but it must have been quite an altitude, as the clouds drifting below his boots hid the ground from view. The azure blue sky, normally so inviting, now terrified the hawk, as it made up almost all he could see.

A nauseating pang shot through his stomach, threatening to expel the lunch Jet had eaten half an hour ago. The gusts up here atop the zeppelin were much stronger than those down on the ground, buffeting him so strongly that he felt like a wind sock. The sharp, prickling pain that was caused from the pull between his skin and his emerald head feathers did nothing to cure the hawk's fright.

With neither fans in hand nor the Type-J beneath his boots, all Jet could do was dangle helplessly in the seemingly endless sky, wildly giving mental prayers to the Babylonian gods above that the hand keeping him from falling would not relinquish its grasp.

A smirk formed on Storm's crooked beak as he held Jet threateningly over the edge of the zeppelin.

"Now, Boss, about that raise…"