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18 “Roger, Tiger, we’re right behind you,” Ryker said. She eased the Trident into the wingman position behind Captain Ty Braddock’s fighter with Josh at the stick. By some twist of luck, Austin and Josh had pulled formation practice together. The other Tizona recruits were paired with Lobera students to foster a sense of teamwork for the two weeks since the mess hall incident. Other students had pulled time together in the sims, at the sidearm range, engineering, and classroom. “Remember, Rock, you always stay with your wingman,” Ryker said. “I’m passing control over to you now.” Austin popped his knuckles and gripped the stick. “Roger, Scorpion.” The dashboard transitioned to a brighter lights as the controls passed to him. Austin kept his Trident nice and tight. “Rock, this is Razo