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Keep chill, dude. Keep chill.
Billy chanted the mantra to himself.
He wanted to rip off the simulation’s heavy goggles that were tracking his eye movement—and probably the tightness of his shoes and whether he was wishing he’d had a club sandwich instead of a double serving of lasagna for lunch, which was sitting pretty heavy.
But that wouldn’t be chill.
Focus on the moment.
So, he was on his own.
Billy knew that the eye scanner wasn’t the only thing monitoring his actions and transmissions. He wasn’t sitting in an A-10 Thunderbolt II. He, at least, remembered that Lt. Colonel Kiley would be listening and assessing as well.
Well, if the flight leader wasn’t worried about fifth-gen stealth fighters sneaking up on him, Billy still was.
If there really were Su-57s in the area, wha
