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Lizzy figured she was being an i***t. She wasn’t following her own advice, but she had to see it through. Boarding the Ghostrider at Lackland AFB had felt right, even though she had no purpose aboard.
Pierre sat at the laser console with Rosa, still wearing her sling, hovering in the sole weapons observer seat close behind him. The normal operator had been off-base on authorized leave when they’d called for the plane. Unable to reach him, Miranda had put Rosa and Pierre forward as the best team for the job. They were needed.
However, as the Ghostrider took off from Lackland at sunset, she and Jon were both aboard in the cockpit’s observer seats. And they weren’t needed. At least not in the air.
“Not a weapons specialist? Not a pilot? At least I’m a pilot,” Jon teased her.
“Flying a
