Alvin looked at Maria Hammer, standing tall and sharp in front of him. He smiled, shook his head, then stood and held out his hand. "Welcome aboard the 'Peace'..."
The moment Alvin finished speaking, a burst of cheers and whistles erupted from the Avengers.
The Air Force pilots who'd been left behind on Earth to handle logistics were eager for a few more female colleagues.
Alvin looked at Maria Hammer, barely containing her excitement. Thinking of that damn Little A...
In the end, he could only grit his teeth and say, "Captain Hammer, from now on, your direct superior is Little A.
During missions, of course!
The rest of the time, you'd better stick with the Avengers pilots. That Warthog you used to fly really doesn't suit an Avenger.
You might need some time to get used to your new ride..."
Maria Hammer frowned, stood at attention again, and replied seriously, "I can fly a Hind, a Gazelle, a Black Hawk, a Warthog, a Hornet, and a MiG...
The drug dealers never gave me a choice of equipment, so I can adapt to any aircraft!"
Maria Hammer's bold claim drew a chorus of gasps from those around her...
Flying attack and transport helicopters like the Hind, Gazelle, and Black Hawk was nothing remarkable to these fighter pilots...
But going from a World War II-era Warthog to jet fighters from the two very different Russian and American systems was impressive...
Fighter pilots didn't joke about their professional abilities. Their lives depended on them!
This woman had made do with the drug dealers' utterly unreliable logistics while competing against Colombia's professional Air Force for years, and had even become an ace...
Everyone present couldn't help but admire that record...
Alvin looked at Maria Hammer, brimming with confidence, and smiled. "All right. You've