My Mom Flies An Fighter Jet

minutes. Then Aunt June said, air traffic is blind over the northern corridor.

Mom’s jaw tightened. He’s testing it.

Or showing off.

Voss never did anything for one reason.

I leaned forward. What does he want with me?

Mom’s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror. Ghostwing’s first interface was designed around pilots. It needed reflex, pattern recognition,continue reading …