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(Caution: Strong language and violence) Watching her daughter depart with Ian, they disappeared into the darkness of the night. Sniffling, Paige took a shuddery breath. If Lucy made her choice, she’d come back an entirely different plane. She would’ve taken a huge leap toward womanhood. As proud as Paige felt, she couldn’t help but cry. Her little girl had grown up so much. Having already found love, now she was about to have a mate. Was this beautiful young female really the same tiny thing that came out of her all those years ago in Paris? Hobbling up to her side, Nathan reached up with his hand and touched her fuselage.

(Caution: Brief language and violence) Lined up side by side on the runway, Nathan started his engines first. The pair of F110 turbofans howled to life and shrieked as they spun at idle speed. Smirking at his smaller challenger from the left, Jurek’s two D-30F6 turbofans didn’t howl as they spooled up, they roared and shook the very ground beneath Nathan’s wheels. Even at idle, they were loud enough to drown out the F-15’s engines. Jurek and Nathan glanced on at Ian, who folded his right wing. “Your aft is mine, karzel. (runt)” taunted the Mig. Scoffing, Nathan muttered “Not on your life…̶