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“This is Kiley. I know it’s late and some of you have already done multiple flights today.”
Billy “Poet” Blake didn’t know why Lt. Colonel Kiley was wasting his breath. He was so jazzed to be here at Eglin he might never sleep again.
Three major simulated flights in a single day? This was his kind of kickass.
“Tonight’s flight lead is not, I repeat not an Air Force officer.”
Billy leaned back out of the simulator enough to look at Toucan.
They traded shrugs. Something weird going on. Of course it had been a pretty damn weird day, so that wasn’t news.
Another, deeper voice came on the air. “However, you should treat everything she says as gospel. I’m not in your direct chain of command, but consider this to be a direct order from the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, General
