“You are clear to land, Mobius One.”
I enter the landing corridor. As I touch down, I notice one thing- it seems the whole camp has come to congratulate me.
I exit the cockpit. Marshall West is standing there, smiling.
“Ya had us worrying there, kid,” he confides, grinning ear to ear, “That’s gonna be your only kill for a while now. You still got a few months of training camp. Anyways, Electronic Support Planes confirmed the kill. The poor pilot only made it a few miles after you shot him down.”
“Well, it was luck…”
“Don’t feed me that rubbish. You and I both know it takes a helluva lot more than luck to shoot down a veteran pilot. We’re having a ‘get-together’ tonight to commemorate your first kill. The officers would like for you to be at our dorms at eight o’ clock sharp tonight. And, by the way, Marcus… bring some friends if ya’d like.”
“I’d be honored, sir. See you at eight.”