The Firehawks had almost twice her speed, so they were back at the lake before she was. These guys even tankered up in nice neat formations. Which worked for her because that left her a clear lane down the length of the lake again. Ripley ran the snorkel out as they cruised past the hovering Firehawks without slowing.
“Now that is cool as shit.” It was Robin this time, from the command seat of Firehawk Oh-one.
Ripley liked impressing MHA’s lead pilot. She would not think of the other impression that Gordon had made on her last night. And how she could still feel…
The end of the lake arrived very abruptly and she had to claw aloft to clear the trees.
“Where can I get me one of those?” Gordon asked aloud over Oh-three’s intercom.
“Are you talking about the snorkel or the pilot?” Vern re
