“Animals,” McCabe cursed when he too patted the traumatised lad.
“You got a name?” Smack asked.
The young pilot groaned again. He moved his lips as if to answer, but another waterfall of vomit sprayed out.
“I know him,” McCabe answered. “He’s one of the pilots from the North Carolina. His name is Lockhart.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he spied Smack’s body flinch, as if struck. He looked up out of curiosity. Even with the balaclava concealing most of her features, her eyes were wide open in surprise. She turned to gaze up at her colleagues. The mood in the room changed as the other three Black Visors shifted closer to the vomiting pilot.
“No s**t,” Noid exclaimed as she took to a knee.
Oblivious to the waves of vomit around her, she leaned in and gently tilted the young pilot’s fac
