“Ready, boys?” Shot spoke into his headset, waiting for his buddies to reply. They were warming themselves up for an upcoming mission, in preparation for what the future might bring. The feeling of flight never quite left Shot, even after almost five years. It was more his home than his actual home ever was.

After several words of confirmation, Shot gave the signal, releasing them to fly to the training fields. Shot flew from home base to his own training area, and after a brief training session, landed his aircraft and got out. That’s when General Morrs came walking over, a freshly lit cigar in hand.