It had only been two months since Ezra evacuated Keneva, and had been a refugee on the Alexandra ship.

Now, all teenagers had been tested and, eventually, conscripted into the army based on their results.

Ezra had been made a fighter pilot.

He’d drink to that if he could find any booze on board.

The only problem? His lack of experience.

But his new friend had a killer cyclone. So he emailed her.

hey superstar

send pics

or i will make sweet sweet love to your sister