Cold As Ice

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I slammed my locker closed changing into my greasy old flight suit. I leaned into my locker closing my eyes and rubbing my temples to ease the bad headache I felt coming on. Footsteps that I couldn't hear approached me quickly.
"You ok?" Ghost rider asks.
"I'm fine.." I say quietly.
"What?" Ghost rider says.
"I'm fine!!!" I snarl.
"You sure?" Ghost Rider says, "We are friends. You can tell me."
"I don't want to." I hiss.
"Okay." Ghost rider says, "Whenever you want to."
"Pete?" I say leaning.
"Yeah?" Pete says.
"I'm sorry." I say.
"Hey," Pete said holding my forearms,"Its understandable."
"I gotta go. One of our aircrafts was pulling stiff and sounding off." I say.
"Alright. Have fun." Pete said.
"Yeah." I say dragging the mechanic chair with me,and  the tool box on top a tear falling as I made it to Slider and Icemans shot up F-14. I went under it tinkering as flashbacks overcame me.
'Mav!!!!!!!!!' I heard the comm static echoing,'Mav we've lost control!!!!Shit!!!Eject Slider!!!I can't reach it Slider!!!Eject it!!!!Watch the canopy!!!Maverick there's a MiG on your tail!!!!!!!!!'
Shots echoed and the heat if the plane half burning felt real as more elements came over me. I heard repeated sounds of guns and a huge splash feeling the spray causing me to jump dropping tools and I stopped hearing footsteps echoing in the hangar. I closed my eyes swallowing hard hoping I was just imagining this all.

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