He saw Diana doing the same, confirming that the unfamiliar simulator was indeed familiar. Their matching sets of controls meant that between them, they’d always have control of the aircraft, even if one or the other had to reach out to adjust something on the dash or radios.
He pulled down his helmet’s semi-transparent visor and double-checked that the head’s up display calibration was properly projected across the inside surface.
“Ready,” he and Diane spoke in almost perfect unison.
“Good. Let’s go.”
The goddamn simulator exploded.
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Diana’s instincts took over before she could make sense of the transition.
One moment she’d been preparing to show the Major that she did indeed have the basics down solid—she’d had to prove herself so many times over the last decade that the rote rou
