Emily didn’t remember leaving the suite or passing by the blacksuits. She found a transport, a series of them, to get back to her family of crew at her home in the Pakistan desert.
She slashed the poor crew of newbies and that i***t Bronson up one side and down the other about the condition of their bird during the flight from the carrier back to the base. She reamed everyone who came within hearing radius before crash-landing face down in her cot.
She remembered none of it.
Not until she woke up and Archie informed her she’d sacked out for two straight days.
Neither her copilot nor her crew said anything to her about her two weeks stateside, nor her rough reentry. After a few days, the laughter stopped dying the moment she entered a room. Though she couldn’t bring herself to join in.
