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"Pardon me for interrupting, but when might we be going into ze air? I want to see just how good my co-pilots are and whether they can keep up with me or not."
He spoke up just before taking out his flask. "Pardon me." He excused himself as he took a shot. Inside the flask was a drink that would probably have him grounded if he had more then one shot a day, but thanks to the flavoring and artificial scent, nobody was ever going to find out. "So, when do we fly?"
(Out. Of. Combat smile
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