Lt. Benjamin is well known, and for good reason. Not only was her grandfather a respected admiral himself but she's proven herself to be one of the best fighter pilots of her time.
When she entered the Navy she had one rule. No fighter pilots! She...
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"Good morning. Can I speak to Admiral Kazansky?" Tucker asked on the phone as she stood outside of the food hall building. She tightly clung the phone to her ear.
The outside noise was just loud enough to avoid anyone ease dropping. "He's not available? Will he take a call tonight? No, I understand he's busy but it's a personal matter I want to speak to him about" Tucker continued as she got no where with his wife on the phone. "Hello? Hello?" she said into the phone after it seemed his wife had disconnected the call. "DAMNIT!" Tucker shouted.
"Lt. Benjamin classes starts soon. Make sure you have ate and are ready for lessons today" Cpt Mitchell said as he passed by his daughter.
"Captain Mitchell. I tried calling Admiral Kazansky. He won't take my calls"
"And why would he take a call for you?" Pete asked. His daughter was nothing but a Lieutenant. The admiral didn't owe her anything.
"I need answers-"
"-don't bother the admiral! You have a mission at hand to focus on!" he scolded Tucker before walking away.
Tucker walked off in the opposite direction back to the dining hall feeling defeated.
Unbeknownst to both of them Hangman and Coyote had been snooping through the window. Though they couldn't hear the conversation, their suspicions were once again confirmed. Something was definitely going on between Maverick and Tornado.
Hangman looked at Coyote, pondering on what was taking place. "I think we need to look into Maverick a little more. Learn about his past" Hangman suggested grabbing his tray of food. Coyote followed after him as they headed to the archive room in the building next door.
Photos from each TOPGUN graduate year were displayed proudly on the walls, alongside some other photos and relics.
Hangman looked at the photos on the north wall while Coyote focused on the photos on the south. The two looking over each framed picture until Hangman had found something.
"I think we have our answer" Hangman commented, grinning from ear to ear.
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Tucker walked into training later that day with what she felt like was all eyes on her. She smiled at the group before sitting down at her desk.
Hangman proudly walked over.
"A present for me?" She asked grabbing the folder from his hands. She had placed it down on her desk while looking up at Hangman who had his typical grin plastered on his face.
