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Tonight’s mission started differently.
Lola could feel the old Lola, the one who had been starstruck around Major Emily Beale, start to slide over her during the briefing. That shield of awe that there was so much that could be attained, though it would never be attained by Lola, of course.
Then she shook it off. She did her best to toss old Lola out of the briefing tent. She’d done near enough a thousand flights; she had skills. Five thousand hours not counting simulator time rated as a huge mark in a helicopter pilot’s life. Tonight she’d bring those skills. Bring them hard. And maybe Major Beale would start learning to trust her new copilot. Hell of a high bar to live up to, girl.
Screw that, ge’l. Y’all be bedder dan dat. Mama Raci’s thick-accented voice sounded clear and grouch
