May 23, 2007.

Key:

"Speaking."

Thoughts

'Through a Bluetooth like device.'

Over the last four months, Nick and I have gone about our jobs with surprising accuracy and success rate. I sighed as I worked on one of the Blackhawk's that was in the hanger for repairs as I heard the whine of an F-22's engine shut down and looked up. I saw Matthew climb out of the jet and I scowled slightly. "What's wrong with her now, Simmions?" I asked him as I stood up and walked over to him while wipping my hands on an oil rag. "This plane nearly got me killed, and Joel's Grounded, because he keeps saying that his plane's alive and it tried to kill him..." Matthew explained to me as I sighed. "Plane's aren't alive Matthew. You both need to stop watching the History Channel..." a girl said to him as she walked up. "Hey Brit." I said to her as my glare turned into a smile as I turned around to smile at her as I watched her walk up.

The young woman's hair was a silvery grey that shined when the sun hit it and made it look as if her hair was made of real silver. Her silver locks were tipped in a red dye that made it look as if her hair was dripping blood in the sunlight. Her body was one that other women would kill for, but it didn't look anorexic or anime-ish. She had C-cup breasts and a round ass that was just right for her body type. The most striking thing about her aside from her odd colored hair, was her eyes. They were a blazing red that some of the other guys around the hanger say would change to a dark blue when she looked at me. She had a permanate frown on her face tat would lighten when her eyes looked at me, though it would deepen into a scowl when she would talk to Matthew or Joel. She would follow me around the hanger during my shifts and would play cards with me, her sister, Thalia, and I on my off time.

Thalia was much like her sister, but with a few differences. For one Thalia was a brunette, had B-cup breasts, and she was Nick and my height of 5 foot 6. She would dye her hair a dark, almost black, purple and her and Nick would speak to each other on their own frequency on their Bluetooth earpieces. Though Thalia can speak she prefers to use her Bluetooth to communicate with other people. 'Matthew is annoying, Alex...' I heard Thalia's voice say in my ear as I sighed. I tapped the button on my earpiece as I replied calmly. 'No, Thalia you can't kill him... it'd get Nick and I in trouble...'

I then pulled out my wallet and pulled out my newly gotten Pilot's License as I showed Brittany and I saw her smile. When I saw her smile, I felt my heart skip a beat and I promised myself to make her smile more often. "After I fix Matthew's plane, I'm going to take it up in the air for a test flight to make sure she's running right." I said to Brittany with a smile and a slightly giddy inflection in my voice as I said the sentence. "What the fuck is your PROBLEM?!" I heard Nick yell out as I looked past Brit to see Nick angrily glaring at Joel as I sighed and we walked up to them.

"You can't run her at full throttle and expect her not to die on you you fucking IDIOT!" Neck yelled at Joel as he swung and caught the younger man in the chin. I moved and restrained Nick from throwing another punch as I moved my head back enough so that if he snapped his head back he wouldn't break my nose or hit me in the face at all. I felt Nick go less tense as I heard foot falls and saw Thalia move from where she was standing next to Mathew to move over to where we were standing.

"I'm sorry Thalia..." I heard Nick mumble and I let him go as I sighed. I then went to check Joel's F-22's tank and I jumped down as I sent a hard glare to Joel. "Nick was right with what he said. You are Grounded, and I should report you. give me a good reason why I shouldn't?" I asked the younger man as I glared up at him angrily. "Report me?" He sneered. "What did I do?" I replied to him with a slight hiss in my tone. "I heard from Matthew that you keep saying that your plane's alive, so the Top Grounded you in medical."

"Matt and Joel, you are both being processed as 'Section Eight's and are expected to report to base command and to willingly agree to be discharged by 0600 tomorrow." Nick added with a pleased smile. I smirked at Matthew and Joel as they glared at us and I bowed mockingly as I motioned to the door, still smirking. "They're going to need new pilots" I said to Nick as I motioned to the birds. "I'm looking at 'em." Nick said as he motioned to both he and myself with a broad grin. "What do you think?" Nick asked the F-22 with a grin. Nick went and put a hand on the jet softly as it quivered under his touch. "I'd say that'd be a yes." I said to Nick with a grin.