Near the cockpit door, two crew members leaned in toward each other, voices low and tight. Their whispering carried an edge of disagreement now, something more heated than before. Alyssa couldn’t hear everything, but the tension was unmistakable. This wasn’t routine. This was an argument.
A few words drifted back to her, broken and incomplete. “Mismatch.” The phrase sounded technical, distant, but the tone behind it wasn’t. It sounded like something had gone wrong in a way that couldn’t easily be undone. What was she missing? Why wouldn’t they just tell what the issue was?