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Inside Groom Lake’s Hangar 33B, Andi slid her hands onto the controls of the quiescent S-97 Raider.
“How’s that feel, Captain?”
“I can’t say, sir.” She really couldn’t. She had no idea what she was supposed to be feeling.
That Ken should be sitting beside rather than Colonel Stimson?
That something that scared her so much couldn’t possibly feel as right as her hands on the controls?
That…
“It sure as s**t isn’t some miracle cure, sir, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Might have been. Even if I know better. Look, I’m sure it won’t help you to know, but I have a nephew about your age. Three tours in Afghanistan. Been out half a decade and still gets the night terrors. Can’t hold down a job for more than three months.”
“Perfect, sir. Thanks so much for sharing.”
The silence thudde
