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↳𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 'I try to discover, a little something to make me sweeter'
━━ 𓄼 𓄹 ━━
NORTH ISLAND NAVAL AIR STATION Coronado, California
𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅-𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 of the morning, there was nothing on her mind but regret.
There was an exact moment that she regretted leaving Whiting Field. The regret that, maybe, if she would have been more compliant and easy-going, she would have had more options.
She had woken up that morning with such abrupt panic that Basil launched himself off the bed and began barking at the walls. Her breathing steadied, she remembered she was in the cramped Coronado apartment, and then she remembered where she was supposed to be in a mere hour.
And then she wanted to hop in her truck and not stop driving until she was out of California.
Cam stood in front of the dingy bathroom mirror and stared at the patches of her olive coveralls. The one on the right had the bright primary colors of the yellow jacket Stingers' crest, and the one above her heart was the pair of aviator wings and the word BERLIN.
It was a form of pride to wear them, but all of it felt like she was living someone else's life. The life of a woman who knew who she was. One who's secrets weren't held in the blue depths of the Pacific Ocean.
Back at Top Gun, the playing field was effectively leveled. Relatively the same caliber of skill sets, slightly different specialties. When every one of them was special, no one was.
The twelve of them were seated in rows of desks and people had filtered in largely according to their flight assignments. Duos together, singles sitting alone. Fritz was sitting next to Cam, incessantly tapping his foot against the table leg.
Natasha whipped her head around to face him. "Could you knock it off?"
Fritz shook his head. "Can't. Won't."
"Don't tell me you're nervous," Cam chided.
"Has anyone even asked who's teaching us? Or what this mission is? Or, I dunno, what the likelihood of survival might be?"
