Just got chewed out by XO. She can be mean when she gets angry. I have to suit and boot by the end of this shift. Not really looking forward to this.

Edge Patrol, this is where you get sent if you’ve messed up. One step away from prison. The base is run down, there’s no alcohol, no fun and you get shot at quite frequently.

The best, and frankly only good, thing about this is there are no limits here. There’s nobody watching you, no viscom, and the gravity seems to fly a bit looser. All of which mean way more exciting flights!

I’ve packed up, told M+P that I’m going on holidays, sneaked a months worth of alochol rations in my jet and I’m on my way. It’s a six hour journey with no major deviations. My main concern will be staving off sleep and complacency. Don’t want to get caught in a storm.

I give my XO the one-finger salute as I rise above her and blast noiselessly toward the horizon. I just hope there are no problems along the way. Those mountains can be dangerous…