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“Super freaky,” Toucan whispered in his ear as they came out of the briefing room and headed for the simulator room.
“Hey, it’s more than they told me this afternoon.” William “Poet” Blake still hadn’t found out what had happened up there. “I whupped ass on a pair of Frogfeets, and then someone fired on my ass.”
“At least you got to fly,” Toucan sounded testy.
“Not my fault that I’m so much better than you.”
Toucan snorted in mock disbelief and seemed happier about it.
The guys hadn’t taken it well that he’d been the first of their class to fly in the new simulators. So not well that he hadn’t mentioned it more than a couple dozen times throughout the afternoon just to make them suffer.
Having decided that a fellow-Bronxite could do no wrong, Major Ashton had stopped by their gro
