For the past few days, Deb had been hanging out with her new friends, making it back to her quarters drunk as a skunk late into the morning hours, crashing in her bunk as soon as she got to it and getting up with the alarm and a hangover each morning. By the time she showered, dressed and poured a pint of coffee down her throat Bradley and Maria would be up, dressed and on their way to breakfast. Deb never noticed that the other two were sharing a bunk and she was completely oblivious to the knowing glances they were sharing throughout the day in the control booth.
With the new pilots and ships, the flight deck was running around the clock. Bradley had been given a number of techs from the Eirerinia troops who had experience running their own flight hangar. He was able to quickly trai
