Do you hear that?” he says. “You mean the crashing thunder and pounding rain?” He shakes his head. I listen closely, trying to filter out the sounds of the storm. Then I hear it. A whooshing sound with a fast buzzing underneath it. It’s so, so familiar but I can’t quite put my finger on it. A very definite black spot appears among the dark gray clouds. The spot lengthens horizontally. The puzzle pieces click into place and I get the full picture: Fighter jet. Headed straight for us. It could be a coincidence, right? F-22 Raptors flylow through giant thunderstorms over major metropolitan areas in the middle of the night all the time. Right. My illusions of a coincidence are shattered – by a missile flying straight at me. It would seem this guy has infrared, too. I mean, missiles? Really? Isn’t that a bit overkill? I start flying away, but Sani stops me. “Dive!