My Mom Flies An Fighter Jet

the door.

I pushed back.

The aircraft screamed. Outside, lights exploded across the hangar. The field collapsed inward, not outward. Panels sparked. The pulse in my head became pain, then pressure, then silence.

When I opened my eyes, Mom was holding me. The aircraft was dead. Voss stood below the cockpit, staring up in disbelief.

No, he whispered.

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