Rog stepped up on his Gryphon, backed against the carapace cover, and one of the guys secured his legs and torso and lowered him into the wingsuit.
“Time to go,” I said to Apryl, who was snuggled against me on the same couch we used before my first LEO drop. The Milky Way, that multi-colored diamond-studded bracelet spanning the sky, was as awesome as ever, taking my breath away as I untangled myself from Apryl.
Apryl kissed me passionately. “Be safe, Tiger…I worry about you.”
Of course, we had no idea what lay before me.
I suited up quickly. Our lightweight suits incorporated high-pressure oxygen bottles, electronic carbon-dioxide scrubbers, and TBH jet boots that slipped over the suit feet and calves.
I stepped through the personnel lock onto the dock just as Rog’s pallet disappeare
