Author's notes: Virgil, prompt #2, being the muscle. Inspired by fic simplicity's prompt #23, Green. These drabbles counted up as 100 words by OpenOffice; this site's word count often disagrees.
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Green?
Hell, yes, I was green when we brought down Fireflash. We'd practiced various scenarios training for this moment, but nothing could prepare me for the real thing. For the real, heart-pounding fear watching this potentially deadly aircraft looming huge in your rear-view mirror. For the real, sickening panic when an elevator car fouled, careening off the runway, necessitating another try. For the real, stomach-roiling nausea from rolling over and over as the lead car could take no more and went out of control.
Inexperienced, nauseous, you name it. Yeah, I was green... once upon a time.