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↳ this is the sea 'you're trying to make sense of something that you just can't see'
━━ 𓄼 𓄹 ━━
UNDISCLOSED ENEMY AIRSPACE one year earlier
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 had never looked more beautiful.
Everytime they were over it, it was in a different mood. Today, it was a turquoise jewel spread out below her. Cam hummed, closing her eyes for a brief rest. Like the sound on the inside of a seashell, it wasn't anything more than another scientific explanation, but she always swore she could hear the ancient sound of waves. Even over the guttural roar of an F-18, 50,000 feet in the air.
"Getting bored over there, Berlin?" Kit's voice interrupted.
"A little," she admitted, flexing her fingers. She scooted to the side, stretching her back as far as physically possible. "Do you want me to start singing for us? I'm thinking a sea shanty might be in order."
"Good lord, please don't."
"Don't be so picky." Cam chastised. "Boredom hasn't made your brain completely numb?"
They had already rolled through a quarter deck of trivial pursuit cards that Kit had stashed in her cockpit. Cam's patch cord had saved her some boredom. It was courtesy of a tech savvy communications guy called Dean that she had seen for a while. He had been so enamored with her that he tried to solve her complaints about boredom on long range transfer missions or ones like these where there was nothing but ocean. It plugged in near her oxygen hose communications connection and had a toggle switch that allowed her to patch an old IPod nano into the headset. She had already listened to every song on it.
Up ahead, Kit dipped her wings side to side in a little wave. "Start singing again and I'll tank myself into the water."
Cam let a short laugh escape her lips. They were flying west, straight towards a scattered dot of an island. Their job was simple: a fly-over to capture some photos and then another long flight back to their carrier. Still, her legs were getting itchy in her seat. She was already imagining how good it would feel to fully recline once they touched down. By then, she may even fall asleep on the runway.
From out of nowhere, a bird smacked into the nose of her F-18.
An auxiliary alarm began to chime with an even steady tone.
