Silver Lining (Chapter 3)

Chapter III, The White Zone is for Loading and Unloading Only \>It's late afternoon, and the sun stoops low over the Grand Norfolk Aerodrome, staining the fresh-cut grass a dry, dusty yellow. \>You've been back for hours now, the bulk of them spent...

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Silver Lining (Chapter 2)

Chapter II, Dawn Patrol \>The Echo isn't the nicest airship you've ever seen, at least not once you work your way out of the corridors and into her superstructure, and it doesn't take you long to do just that. She's leaner than most, and that means...

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Silver Lining (Chapter 1)

Silver Lining Chapter I, First Light \>It's barely first light when you step into the lounge. \>A dim halo of blue crowns the Eastern horizon, and shades of pink lick at the pillows of cumulus rising in the middle distance behind round, brass...

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RADAR Love

\>The speakers in your cabin come to life with a champagne cork pop and startle you up from your book. \>You're alone, and with no sound save the electric hiss and crackle of the intercom. \>Outside your window Saturn spins listlessly, casting a...

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Turkey Shoot

Doug had woken hugging her tail like a goddamn life raft. The others hadn't noticed, or they hadn't said anything, but that hadn't stopped her dwelling on it. She'd been ten years old the last time she'd woken like that; that time she'd blamed on a...

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Silver Lining (Chapter 9)

1. Chapter IX, First Time for Everything 2. 3. \> "So are you two making out or something? Because I could come back if this isn't a good time." 4. \>You haven't known him long, but you'd know Tucker's voice anywhere. 5. \>He was at least your age,...

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Silver Lining (Chapter 10)

1. Chapter X: Prom Night 2. 3. \>It's dusk by the time the alert's cancelled, and from the porthole you watch as the last flight of escorts melts into view along the horizon. 4. \>You've since showered, and traded your bloody undershirt for one of...

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