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𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 : 𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 '𝙨 𝘼𝙙𝙫𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙗𝙮 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙉𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙
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01:06 ━━⬤──── 04:05
Sitting in what felt like hell on earth but was really just a hot as fuck aircraft hanger on base listening to a lecture from her estranged father was not how Monroe wanted her day to go but alas, here she was. Stuck in said hanger unable to escape the hideously boring voice of Admiral "Cyclone" Simpson.
Was she extremely hungover from her night spent drowning her childhood trauma with Rooster? Yes, yes she was. Was she regretting nearly every life decision leading up to this very moment? Yes, yes she was. But was she also determined to kick everyone's ass in the air including her father while even hungover? Yes. Yes she was.
You see despite her currently rather unhealthy life choices Monroe had always been a top class pilot. She took good care of herself —mostly, and even with her flight skills being deemed as "careless and risky" every damned army admiral and lackey couldn't deny that she was the best of the best. And Monroe was happy to prove that again and again as may times as she could. Even with Cyclone's dull voice ringing in her ears.
"I'd like to introduce you all to your new instructor, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell."
Wow. What a great surprise. Who would've thought.
Ignoring Cyclone's long winded story telling of her father's accomplishments Monroe looked around the room and chuckled quietly at the slightly sick face Hangman was wearing. She had come to find out some time last night that he had been the one to throw her father out of Penny's bar and was now a hundred percent sure that he was silently shitting himself about it.
Ha. Karma's a bitch.
Turning away from the nervous blonde she looked across at the rest of her rag-tag team of pilots.
Phoenix was staring intently at Maverick, deeply interested in what he had to say. She was a good soldier, Monroe could give her that, she listened brilliantly. Why she was so intent on listening to her father of all people Monroe wasn't too sure about.
Bob looked nervous, gulping slightly as he listened to the lecture. His glasses slightly askew.
Payback and Fanboy didn't look too calm either. They had also taken part in chucking Maverick like a packet of potatoes out of the bar last night.
The rest of squad looked just as sweaty but before Monroe could turn her head around to survey the familiar moustache man sat two seats away from her her attention was stolen by a large thud coming from the front of the hanger.
"So does your enemy."
Ah the old textbook trick, she vaguely remembers her mother giving her the same speech back at the beginning of her journey at flight school. Monroe was a little disappointed that he couldn't even bother to come up with new material but after one look around the hanger it seemed that the rest of the squad was eating it up. She was slightly disappointed at them for that too.
Deciding that she should move onto more interesting things Monroe moved her attention towards Rooster's troubled face. He didn't look nervous like the rest. Instead he looked angry. Glaring at Maverick with the same intensity Monroe would have glared at him with if she cared enough. His nails digging into the inside of his hand as he clenched his fists.
Deciding to end his misery Monroe leaned over silently towards Rooster. Her lips inches away from his ear as she whispered, "Chill out. I know he's an extremely annoying short man but you can't kill him on the first day. Trust me, if we could I would have already done it."
Rooster flashed her a small smile at her joke, nodding slightly as he unclenched his hand. She had momentarily forgot that she wasn't the only one with a hatred for their new instructor but she hoped she wasn't as obvious about it as the man next to her. He really needed to rein in the teenage angst, despite it being kinda hot it really wasn't the time for it.
"Now show me what you are made of. Get to your planes."
Fucking Finally.
Monroe squinted in pain at the slight head rush she acquired as she stood up. One too many whiskey sours the night before the first day of training was definitely not her brightest idea. She didn't regret it though.
Pausing before she reached the exit of the hanger Monroe glanced back to see Rooster still in his seat. God this man was dramatic.
"C'mon!" She called out to him. "There's no better way to let out your anger than shooting down a couple of annoying fighter pilots."
Standing up and walking over to her Rooster's smile started to grow.
"You know we aren't physically shooting anyone down M? It's just a drill."
Rolling her eyes Monroe walked out of the hanger, pushing up her sunglasses as her eyes met the brightness of the sun.
