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Secrets
Chapter 2:
"Your age?" said the man behind the counter to Jamie.
"eight-teen"
"And what field are you trying to test for?" asked the man.
"Air field mechanics sir."
The man looked over his glasses at her before reaching under the desk and pulling out a sheet of paper.
"Go take this over there and bring it back when you are finished," said the man guesturing to a small set of cubical desks.
Jamie nodded and took the pencil and and test to the testing station. For her, the test was easy. She turned it in and took a seat in the waiting area. Forty-five minutes later some one finally called her.
"James Johnson?"
She stood and walked with the man dressed in a tan uniform to a back room. She took a seat in the room and another officer walked in carrying her test and a few other things.
"Mr. Johnson, welcome to the United States Air Force. Your test was outstanding petty officer."
Jamies smiled before saying, "thank you sir."
"Now, I want you to take this uniform and this set of papers and go to this place. Report there tomorrow afternoon, understood?"
"Yes sir!" said Jamie standing and saluting.
The officer returned the salute and left the room. Jamie had barely got out of the door before letting out a whoop of joy. She checked into a motel and bought herself a car. She was going to need it if she was going to be driving a lot.
The next morning she dressed in her uniform and placed the two pointed hat tilted to the side of her head and got in the car. She drove two hours to the base that she's been instructed to. She parked and saw a bunch of men in tan pants and white beaters running in block formation. She was thanking god for her lack of chest. She had no chest what so ever. A genetic default on her mother's side. She was a as flat as they were. She got out of the car and walked into the command station. The officers in there stopped what they were doing and looked up at her.
"Can I help you son?" asked one of them.
"James Johnson reporting for assigned duties sir," said Jamie handing him the papers.
"Aviator mechanic with outstanding scores and wishes to learn to fly for the force.We'll see how you do. You may begin working in hanger four. There's a plane in there thats been down for weeks and no one seems to be able to fix it."
"Yes sire," said Jamie saluting and leaving.
She walked over to the hanger and found a fighter plane.
"Just like the ones dad brought me but bigger."
She shrugged off the button up part of the uniform leaving only the beater behind and began her work of checking for problems.
"So do you know whats wrong with her?" asked someone about three hours later.
Jamie jumped and turned to see a young man leaning against the wing.
"I believe I've fixed it sir," said Jamie
"You new? I've never seen you before."
"Yes sir, James Johnson. I'll be fixing your planes."
"Well it's a pleasure to meet you James. I'm Rafe McCawley. I pilot this here plane."
Jamie wiped her hands off on a rag and shook his hand.
"Start her up sir, please." said Jamie standing back.
Rafe nodded and climbed in the cockpit. He turned the engine and it roared to life but only one propeller started.
"Got ya!" yelled Jamie and disappeared behind one of the wings and began rewiring a part of it.
Within a matter of seconds the second propeller started up. Rafe cut the engine and jumped down to see Jamie standing staring at the propeller with her arms crossed nodding.
"You passed," said Rafe.
Jamie looked at him oddly. "Passed what, sir?"
"Well a messenger came yesterday to inform us that a new mechanic was on his way and everytime we get a new mechanic we break a plane and see if they can fix it. Everytime, we disable a propeller and no one seems to be able to fix it. So you get to stay and you've earned me 'n Danny as your flight instructors. We're gonna teach you to fly."
Jamie resisted the urge to hug him and said a grateful thank you sir.
"Why don't you join us for a drink?" asked Rafe.
"It would be an honor, sir." said Jamie.
"Just Rafe."
She nodded and he left. She cleand up and mopped down the floor and took her things to the closet of a room she had. She walked to the community bathroom/shower and took a shower, grateful she was the only one in there and dressed in another clean uniform. She stood infront of a large mirror in the bathroom and removed a pair of sissors and a razor from a small back. She then began to cut her hair even shorter. To the middle of her forehead and took up the razor and shaved where ever hair wasn't overlapping. This made her complexion even more male looking and she loved it. She hardly noticed when another man walked into the bathroom.
"James right?" he asked her.
"Yes sir," she replied finishing shaving.
"I'm Danny."
"Rafe told me you'd be helping teach me to fly," said Jamie.
"Yep, and I'm also going to teach you how to properly shave a head," laughed Danny taking the razor from her hand and fixing her butcher job.
Secrets
Chapter 2:
"Your age?" said the man behind the counter to Jamie.
"eight-teen"
"And what field are you trying to test for?" asked the man.
"Air field mechanics sir."
The man looked over his glasses at her before reaching under the desk and pulling out a sheet of paper.
"Go take this over there and bring it back when you are finished," said the man guesturing to a small set of cubical desks.
Jamie nodded and took the pencil and and test to the testing station. For her, the test was easy. She turned it in and took a seat in the waiting area. Forty-five minutes later some one finally called her.
"James Johnson?"
She stood and walked with the man dressed in a tan uniform to a back room. She took a seat in the room and another officer walked in carrying her test and a few other things.
"Mr. Johnson, welcome to the United States Air Force. Your test was outstanding petty officer."
Jamies smiled before saying, "thank you sir."
"Now, I want you to take this uniform and this set of papers and go to this place. Report there tomorrow afternoon, understood?"
"Yes sir!" said Jamie standing and saluting.
The officer returned the salute and left the room. Jamie had barely got out of the door before letting out a whoop of joy. She checked into a motel and bought herself a car. She was going to need it if she was going to be driving a lot.
The next morning she dressed in her uniform and placed the two pointed hat tilted to the side of her head and got in the car. She drove two hours to the base that she's been instructed to. She parked and saw a bunch of men in tan pants and white beaters running in block formation. She was thanking god for her lack of chest. She had no chest what so ever. A genetic default on her mother's side. She was a as flat as they were. She got out of the car and walked into the command station. The officers in there stopped what they were doing and looked up at her.
"Can I help you son?" asked one of them.
"James Johnson reporting for assigned duties sir," said Jamie handing him the papers.
"Aviator mechanic with outstanding scores and wishes to learn to fly for the force.We'll see how you do. You may begin working in hanger four. There's a plane in there thats been down for weeks and no one seems to be able to fix it."
"Yes sire," said Jamie saluting and leaving.
She walked over to the hanger and found a fighter plane.
"Just like the ones dad brought me but bigger."
She shrugged off the button up part of the uniform leaving only the beater behind and began her work of checking for problems.
"So do you know whats wrong with her?" asked someone about three hours later.
Jamie jumped and turned to see a young man leaning against the wing.
"I believe I've fixed it sir," said Jamie
"You new? I've never seen you before."
"Yes sir, James Johnson. I'll be fixing your planes."
"Well it's a pleasure to meet you James. I'm Rafe McCawley. I pilot this here plane."
Jamie wiped her hands off on a rag and shook his hand.
"Start her up sir, please." said Jamie standing back.
Rafe nodded and climbed in the cockpit. He turned the engine and it roared to life but only one propeller started.
"Got ya!" yelled Jamie and disappeared behind one of the wings and began rewiring a part of it.
Within a matter of seconds the second propeller started up. Rafe cut the engine and jumped down to see Jamie standing staring at the propeller with her arms crossed nodding.
"You passed," said Rafe.
Jamie looked at him oddly. "Passed what, sir?"
"Well a messenger came yesterday to inform us that a new mechanic was on his way and everytime we get a new mechanic we break a plane and see if they can fix it. Everytime, we disable a propeller and no one seems to be able to fix it. So you get to stay and you've earned me 'n Danny as your flight instructors. We're gonna teach you to fly."
Jamie resisted the urge to hug him and said a grateful thank you sir.
"Why don't you join us for a drink?" asked Rafe.
"It would be an honor, sir." said Jamie.
"Just Rafe."
She nodded and he left. She cleand up and mopped down the floor and took her things to the closet of a room she had. She walked to the community bathroom/shower and took a shower, grateful she was the only one in there and dressed in another clean uniform. She stood infront of a large mirror in the bathroom and removed a pair of sissors and a razor from a small back. She then began to cut her hair even shorter. To the middle of her forehead and took up the razor and shaved where ever hair wasn't overlapping. This made her complexion even more male looking and she loved it. She hardly noticed when another man walked into the bathroom.
"James right?" he asked her.
"Yes sir," she replied finishing shaving.
"I'm Danny."
"Rafe told me you'd be helping teach me to fly," said Jamie.
"Yep, and I'm also going to teach you how to properly shave a head," laughed Danny taking the razor from her hand and fixing her butcher job.