Pilot's Flask - a bar on LA

[Jane Hartman]

Is it ever enough? Hartman let the question hang. They both knew the answer well enough. There was a reason she had returned to the uniform, and Lewis had hit that nail right on the head. It wasn't enough. It never was. But you forged ahead anyway, because you'd been going for so long that you'd forgotten any other way, almost forgotten why. Sometimes, you needed a reminder.

"Ain't a problem. We can use mine. Not military, but it'll do if your pride can stomach a trip in a Rhino. It's not a long flight, just out past Ames. We'll stop off on the way." She slid to her feet, scraping her chair back to its place, the sound almost lost in the growing volume of the bar's crowds. "You know me, Lewis. Not a big fan of hiding my cards, but 'reckon it's warranted in this case. Trust me, I wouldn't drag you out of a bar without a good reason."

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