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Billy “Poet” Blake landed and parked the A-10. He didn’t see the point as it was just a simulation, but over the comm circuit Lt. Colonel Kiley had insisted he take it all the way back to base. Maybe part of the new training here at Eglin.
When he dumped his helmet and harness, Kiley was standing next to his simulator.
And right behind him…
“You f*****g bastard!” He shoved out of his seat and dove for Major Ass-face.
Kiley wrapped an arm around his chest and Billy couldn’t do anything but squirm. Man was a crossbreed between a boulder and a serious layer of titanium armor.
“Why did you try to shoot me down?” Billy shouted at the bastard’s face—impotent to do more at the moment.
Ashton. Billy could see his name on his shirt. He’d been close. Major Ass-face Ashton.
“What the f**k
