CHAPTER 4
Flyer had already checked the fuel reader, fuel selector, and flaps of his pride and joy, his Cessna CitationJet/M2. It was rare that he got to fly her, with most of their missions needing his helicopter, but he was happy for this recon mission, so he could use his baby. She was a beauty and such a dream to fly. He was just starting to check electricals, when he heard Bullseye pulling up into the hanger. Stepping out of the airplane, Flyer shouted out, “It’s about f*****g time.
Were you planning on helping when I was in the air?”
“Ha ha, asshole! I just got off from graves and was getting my beauty sleep when Timmy woke me. I had to do the three “S’s” because I knew you’d want me at my best,” Bullseye shouted back.
Flyer tossed his towel under the plane, then laid on his cree
