Rain slapped against the glass in front of her. A slight shudder went through the fuselage from turbulence. Leia’s knuckles tightened on her armrests, then relaxed. Tate would keep her safe. She didn’t know how she knew that with such certainty, but she did.
“Keep yourself belted in, Leia. I’m going to climb above the chop.”
When they were above the storm in smoother air, Leia turned to him and asked again, “So, you and Ben? Did you fly Hornets together?”
“Something like that,” was his reluctant reply.
“What kind of missions did he fly?” Ben had told her that intel was classified. She just wanted to see how well Tate knew Ben, if at all.
“Missions are classified, sorry.” Tate didn’t sound a bit apologetic.
“Oh, Ben already told me that. I just meant what types of missions do F/A 18 H
