Sophie hurried to catch up to her crew walking toward their plane.
“Exchanging cooking tips or beauty tips,” Lt. Iosif Sokavich said to Sophie with sarcasm dripping from each of his words.
“No,” Sophie replied icily. “We were discussing how to kill some males without getting caught. It was quite enlightening.”
“No problem,” he spoke as if quite bored. “Just have them fly with a woman pilot.”
“You, too,” she quipped angrily. “Why did I think you were different than most of the other males?”
“Because I am, Comrade,” he smiled charmingly at her.
His rugged good looks and dimpled smile always made her mad, and she had no idea why.
“You know I am making a joke. I find you somewhat competent as a pilot.”
“For a moment, I thought you were going to say something nice,” she brushed past him
