Tera quietly rolled out of her father's hangar, yawning and trying to look awake. It was around eleven, so everyone else was already up and about. Everyone else also knew that she was the only plane on base that slept in, but it didn't matter to her. She didn't want to look like it. The sun felt nice, though, and it was making her even more sleepy than before.
Looking around, she found that there wasn't really anyone… except Tony, who was working on someone in the repair ward. It was a Hellcat she'd seen around occasionally, but never spoken to. It didn't seem like he wanted to be. She didn't care much. Everyone she talked to seemed to be set on getting her to join the military anyways.
Especially Tony. He'd brought it up a few weeks after the Jolly Wrenches, or so they apparently became known as, left the base. No more F-18s, he said. Just Air Force. Specifically stealth planes. Nighthawks. She could do the same things as them, he told her.