Each of us had a tight grip on the pillow and wouldn't let go. We were out of things to argue over and neither of us wanted the game to end.Time slowe... down for me here as I looked into her smiling green eyes. Her cheeks were flush with alcohol and adrenaline and she looked so happy I felt like crying. Her soft, pouty lips glistened with the reflected light from a streetlamp outside.As my mind reeled to keep pace with my aching heart, I eased my grip on the pillow.She saw the opening and seized. I was mainly worried because all three of my pilots were new to combat, and most pilot fatalities due to combat came within the first few missions. I knew that I would not relax until we had at least three missions under our belts.I broke us up into pairs with a new man working as my wingman on each mission. I wanted to get a personal assessment of each man's abilities and short comings before I trusted him completely. The first test came against a group of four D. VIIs. Oh, shit, I could tell. ——————————————— ‘Dinner at Nomad bitches!’ Kylie said yelling at me and Saira. We were discussing her plans for her 33rd birthday the following week. My stomach did a flip at the mention of Nomad. ‘Wow! I knew you were doing well just didn’t realise you were doing that well.’ Saira said clapping excitedly. ‘Nothin’ bu de best fer ma grrls,’ Kylie replied. It had been two months. I’d finally moved on I believed, I didn’t see the point of ruining Kylie’s day just to avoid the risk of bumping into. Of course the the upside is that dope dealers and Russian mobsters usually don't go in the woods either. They like their life as easy as possible." But you know Hugo, the great dismal would be a great place to hid all kind of illegal shit. That is if you don't mind the discomfort," I said. "Meth lab comes to mind." You were a dope cop weren't you?" he asked."I can't tell you any of that. But I do know a Meth lab when I see one," I said. Hugo just laughed."I'll bet you even know how to cook that.