Jordan waved goodbye for what he believed may be the last time and
then loaded up the last of the containers onto onto his ship. He took a step back and looked around the hanger at the pilots and techs. He believed he was doing the right thing and that was enough. He hooped up into the cockpit of his bastet and started up the engines. He had left his Order ident card in a breifing room used by primary fleet pilots and they would be due to have a breifing for a patrol any moment now. He didn't intend to stick around.
"Though I fly through the valley of death, I shall fear no evil.
For I am 80,000 feet and climbing."
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