“Remember the flight trainer I sent you to when you switched from the MD 500 to the Firehawk?”
“Yeah, I do. The bastard had this obsessive thing about me placing all three wheels each in its own two-foot square box every time I landed. He had a real bugaboo about precision including after he’d cut off one of my turbines.”
“Welcome to carrier landing. The flight control officer will guide you down to the deck, and you’d better be exactly where he tells you. If not, your blades could catch in those of a parked helo on one side or a radio mast on the other. There is no room for error.”
“And when the deck is moving? Come on, Emily. No way I’m ready for this.” Jeannie could feel the sweat forming on the inside of her palms from thinking about it.
“You set down exactly when and where the fli
