The redhead called over to a man standing close beside a Little Bird helicopter. “Hey, Dennis, did our mechanics go over the repair on the bird that CC brought in?”
Claudia hated that nickname but wasn’t awake enough to try correcting it. Besides, she didn’t yet know who she was dealing with here. Correcting your future commanding officer on first meeting was never a good idea.
“All done and certified. The carrier guys fixed it up good, Boss Lady. Max is glad to have his bird back. Let’s remind him to crash here and not on the carrier next time.”
“He’s lucky his bird was the only thing shot up,” Trisha replied.
“Got that straight. Nice flying last night, Captain Casperson.”
“It’s Claudia. Thanks.” They traded nods. So Dennis flew the Little Bird named Merchant. His acknowledgment chee
