The flight to Brunei was almost on the ground before Susan woke up. Figuratively, not literally. The latter would have required that she’d been asleep, by now a luxury past imagining.
No, what she woke up to was that she should have made different choices on the aircraft carrier. She looked across the C-2 Greyhound’s aisle at Andi and Miranda.
They sat with their heads close together. She was in the same intercom loop they were but she might as well not have been. They were discussing the remains of the F-35C and its crash on the carrier in terms she didn’t begin to understand.
“A stress factor analysis along these shear lines in the shock pistons should provide an accurate method of calculating the force of impact.”
“No, we have to integrate the rate of shock absorption across time, t
