Cam warned Molly. He’d caught her just outside the women’s locker room. They stood alone in the hall. She wore a body-hugging G-suit, just as he did. Molly forced a grimace. “With one more month to go, holding on to fourth place in overall standings, don’t think I won’t be.” Cam walked along the hall with her. It was Friday afternoon, and hers was the last flight of the day before debrief. Unfortunately, the critical spin-test flight was with Chuck Martin. At the stairs they separated, Cam taking the exit door and Molly the stairs. Molly clenched the knee board that held her flight test tightly in her left hand. On the first floor, students in flight suits were coming and going. Breaking out in a sweat, she went out a back door to meet the van that would take her, Martin, Cam and Norton to their waiting F-14 Tomcats at the nearby hangar. The weather was bright and dry, a perfect October day on the bay. The breeze coming off the water had a bite to it, but Molly was sweating too profusely to be chilled.
