OK. OK. I've got it. When you consider the irony of this, you will be convinced it is the scenario that will play out in chapter 38.
A flock of Canada geese, their natural sense of direction impaired by the nuclear blast in Australia, have wandered over the Nevada desert and are desperately seeking a lake, pond, or swimming pool in which to rest from their long migration. Unwittingly, they fly between the bizjet and the flock of Sparrows and the resulting collision detonates the missiles. The pursuing fighter pilots, their cockpit glass suddenly coated with goose grease, blood, and offal, are momentarily unable to determine the need to fire additional missiles.
Meanwhile, back in the bizjet, Chase's cellphone suddenly gets a dial tone from a nearby tower. Chase fights off Eric's attempt to keep him in his seat and rushes to the cockpit. He kisses Brandon as he dials 911. The emergency operator patches him through to the FAA tower and he explains the dire situation to air traffic control. The controller patches in Nellis AFB and they call off the attack. Major Pierce, a commercial airline pilot, then flies alongside the bizjet and talks Brandon through a perfect wheels up landing at the Vegas airport.
Yeah. That's it. That has to be it.