Gail watched the column of fire that reached up into the cloud layer until it disappeared astern.
Then she looked back down at the miserable passengers below. Instead of deplaning at Heathrow and complaining about how long it takes to unload luggage, they were going to arrive soaked to the bone inside a steel ship of war.
“I—” she turned to face forward once more and decided it would be better if she kept her mouth shut. She was so far out of her depth here. She didn’t belong no matter what Colonel Gibson thought.
Windshield wipers slapping side to side were barely keeping the windows clear. Dave and Tom were conferring quietly over load, speed, and fuel calculations.
“What?” Sly asked her.
She shook her head and then realized how utterly useless that was while sitting behind him. “No
