Ah, the skies over the Caribbean. It sure is a nice time for flying...

Such an aircraft flies to Rio de Janeiro state. It's passengers are going to help a bunch of Fluminenses, as they're all called there, decide whether or not to commit to the Christian cause...whatever that would be worth.

On each wing, there's a red falcon painted. On one, there's a letter A next to it...

Meet the plane's primary occupants: Paul and his wife Darlene Wilson. They're from Bronx. They both revere the Cross. Little good that usually does them...and yet, who's going to stop them?

A plane crash sure wouldn't, if it happened. Sadly, though, this story does NOT begin with that plot device.

Every now and then, in the cargo hold, one of two babies starts crying. Darlene takes a break to feed them more often than Paul does. Alas, Paul's gotta help his kids grow sometime.

They've twins; a son and a daughter. The son's name is Samuel. Even now, a stuffed falcon hangs over his crib. He's just a baby now...but one day, he just might join a team of Earth's Mightiest Heroes, and save the world...and get to look like a black angel while doing so.

Next to him, in the more feminine crib, his sister sleeps. She's black too, of course. Her name is Samantha. Her destiny is a bit different...and yet, not too much different from her brother's.

Outside, here and there, small shadows pass over the plane. One passes over the starker red falcon, on one of the wings.

Also, every now and then, ice builds on one of the portholes. Mrs. Wilson sees this...and sees it as strange. As high up as they are, these are tropical skies. And this aircraft is hardly approved to fly at such altitudes...

In the restroom, one of the missionaries gets depressed. He feels like he'll never be cheerful again.

Outside, someone hammers on the door. The missionary blinks, shakes his head, and finishes his business, in a flash. He's not sure what's gotten into him. He doesn't usually spend so much time in the bathroom...on a plane, or otherwise...

Now, the plane flies over the Venezuelan coast. The weather might or might not get worse, as the plane crosses the Venezuelan skies. Thankfully, the plane is due to make a pit stop in a few moments. If a storm strikes...and they often do, in Venezuela...the Wilson family, and all of the other Bronx missionaries aboard, will wait out the worst of it, if not all of it, before continuing their longer-term flight to Rio de Janeiro state.