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“Too many hours. You’ve already flown your birds too many hours today. You are not cleared for flight.” The flight-line officer tried to block their path.
Lola considered punching him or busting a kneecap.
Major Henderson moved until he was toe-to-toe with the lieutenant. “Can you read my lapel, Mister?”
“Yes sir, Major.”
“Good, remember that the next time you try to give an order. Now, if you didn’t already get our birds refueled, you have a C-135 tanker meet us at the shore. We’re airborne in three minutes.”
Lola had stopped along with all of the others to watch the show.
Viper glared over at them, no question what mode he was in at the moment as his command rang out. “You, too. Move your asses.”
“Yes sir.” They shouted in unison and sprinted for the birds to run preflight. Th
