Sky High (Dreadwing Story)

Any other day

"Ma'am, you ready for your flight?" Drake asks. 

I'm walking out of the hanger onto the platform, my helmet held underneath my arm. 

"Is my jet ready?" I can't help but sass back even when I know my jet is already ready to fly. I did the prechecks. 

"Of course, ma'am." He smiles and sends a fake bow my way. I can't stop the giggle that leaves my lips. 

"Then I'm ready." I say after my fit of giggles ceases. He walks with me over to my jet. 

"Think you see your lover today?" Drake says sarcastically. 

"Funny and I don't know. If I do, you'll be the first to know."

 I shove the helmet over my head and adjust the strap. Not waiting for an answer, I climb into the cockpit and await my cue to take off.

The engine rumble beneath me, shaking my bones. It is a wonderful feeling. I enjoy it so much. Sometimes too much. My mother always told me I look just my father when I sat in the cockpit of a jet. Always telling me I got the same jitters as him. My cue comes and I'm off. I don't hold back and punch it. The force pulling me back in my seat, sending waves through me like an ocean. Take off sends chills through my spine as my eyes make contact with the sky. I feel the small jolt of the landing wheels pulling back into the jet. Now I'm really free. I'm free to soar through the heavens. My jet sings a sweet tune as I make her spin through the air. If anyone was with me now, they might think I'm crazy. My laugh echoing around me.

I continue on my patrol, soring high above the clouds. After twenty minutes of flying, I send in my first report. Nothing on my radar and nothing around me. All is clear. The clouds even seem to be vanishing and it's turning out to be a clear beautiful day. These are the days I live for. The best kind of flying weather. When I flew with my father, the clearer the day, the happier he was. Part of me always hoped it was because I was flying with him, but that man was so stern and serious, you would never know. I sure as hell don't. I always liked to think he enjoyed me flying with him or following in his footsteps, but unless he tells me that. I don't think I'll ever know.

My patrol is coming to an end and I haven't seen any sign of the mysterious flyer from the other day. I should know better than to think I would see him again right away. He probably has forgotten all about me. It's not like I'm anything special. His flying was superb and mine is mediocre. I make my last check in and turn the jet back towards base. My flying time is over and nothing I can do about it.

*Third POV*

The yellow race car and blue motorcycle speed below the jet flying back towards base. Drifting in and out around trees and bushes, praying for some open land. The jets route had been a rough one on the two trying to keep a close eye. The closer they get, there is still no sign of danger. They wait for their que and then head back to their hidden bunker to report.

*Janes POV*

The landing zone comes into sight and I begin my descent. 

"Nothing interesting to report today, Drake." I bellow as I land on the tarmac. 

"Didn't get to see your mystery man today?" He joked. 

I fake a laugh and shove my helmet into his chest, making him groan. 

"What was that for?" He says laughing. 

"It's not funny." 

"Oh, but it is." 

I send a deathly glare at him. Part of me is actually hurt a little from not seeing the jet. I had my hopes to high and I let myself get crushed by them. Maybe tomorrow will be better. I head towards the locker rooms to get changed out of my flight uniform. I take my time getting changed. I don't feel like rushing. I don't have anything to do after I get done. Just helping around base until sun down.