#batleship

Chief Crenki put down the day’s thirteenth mug of black coffee, held a radio to the side of his grizzled face and barked, “Are you telling me Terrance McDaniels left the cockpit open on three zero seven and we just steamed under a raincloud?” “Roger, chief, this aircraft is all fucked up,” a technician said through static. “Most of the electronics gear in the cockpit is wet and has to be replaced before it can fly again, so we’re taking this bird down to the hangar right now.” “Dammit!” Crenki slammed the radio down on his desk and grabbed the phone. He hit speed dial for the line shack with a trembling finger.