Our Bruised Bodies | Bradley Bradshaw

ACT THREE - PART SIX

Cheers! Another chapter 

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"Adam." Grace muttered warningly the moment she saw her weapon system officer standing next to their F-18, worrying his lips between his teeth, before glancing up into the sky once more, only to then return his gaze to Grace, who was approaching with Rooster and Payback right behind her. She moved over to their fighter jet, before laying her hand against the hull.

"It's all right, I am flying with you. We will be alright." She promised quietly, not looking up to look at the taller aviator, until she had finished her sentence, asking almost pleading with her eyes for him to just shut up about it and get ready for take-off, but Siesta was worried, just as she was. And Bradley, and Payback, and Fanboy, even Shiny.

"We're just flying because it was you, who told Nova that it's a bad idea. If it would have been anyone else, our asses won't be anywhere near the sky." Grace's back seater, which she had met at Top Gun told her, and she fucking knew it. She knew it the moment she addressed the topic of the weather, she knew it the moment she saw it in Nova's face that she took it as a challenge rather than honest worry.

"No changing that now." Grace told him, which had Adam snort.

"I am used to risking my life, I'm your  WSO after all, but this is insane." He pointed out and he was right.

Glancing through the open hanger gates, Grace could see the dark clouds, the forming tropical storm. The wind was already picking up, first drops of rain falling from the sky. But even this was a conditions aviators had to be able to operate in, a mission wasn't to be pushed back due to a bit of rain. They had to be perfect in every weather condition.

"Maybe we won't even get clearance for take-off." Grace said even though she knew that hope would be fruitless, which had Adam tell her that he really hoped that she was in top form today. She watched as Siesta got into their jet, before glancing over to where Bradley was getting ready, one of the few aviators who were going up there without a back seater every time.

Biting her lip, Grace decided to be petty, because all this was the result of a pregnant woman being jealous because her baby daddy was glancing her way more often than Nova's. Shiny was also flying single seater, which is why Grace dared to walk over and climb up the ladder, so she could look at Shiny, who was already looking at her in question. Daring her to say what she wanted.

"I didn't think you would make her do it if you wanted us gone so badly." Grace said.

"You're forgetting that I'm up with you guys too." Tim answered which had Grace look at him surprised. Seemed like there was trouble in paradise, but Grace wouldn't ask while Tim Conley wouldn't tell. She simply climbed back down and returned to her own fighter jet, feeling Bradley's gaze on the back of her head. Wondering what sudden business she had to chat about with Conley of all people.

"Feeling lighter now?" Siesta wanted to know and normally Grace would rip into the man a bit for being so pissy since that was her job, but for now, she let it go. For now, he had every reason to be pissy.

"Let's go and get this over with, so you can go and take a nap, darling." Grace retorted which had Adam snort, before warning her, that he was about to connect their communication with the others. A well-placed warning to not speak about private things any longer.

They weren't in the sky for long, Grace wasn't even sure if they all were launched into the air already, as the first problems began to rain down on them like the heavy rain.

"Fuck, Rooster! Evade!" Fanboy called out feeling the movement already before it happened, which had Grace look away from Shiny, who was her wingman during this training course and flew a bit further off but still at her wing to glance at the group of two in front of them.