route, then we tucked tail and ran. Nearly made it to New Kinneston before they clipped us.”
“How can that be?” Alicia asked, her extremities still stunned by the development.
“What? The fact that it's a trap? Or the fact that such a damn good pilot got clipped?” he replied with a smile.
She simply responded with a glowing smile of her own.
“I've been asking myself the same question since I tucked into this town,” Jackson said. “It's pretty obvious that someone sold us out. Don't know if it was one of our own or a German, but someone created the perfect scenario for executing the best soldiers our Resistance has to offer.”
Alicia began to think it through. She wondered if Commander Snelling was capable of such treachery. Or, perhaps, one of his superiors. She wondered how high up the treason went, or if the Germans being involved had anything to do with it. Was Nadia in on it as well? A multitude of things blazed through Alicia's mind, and all of them led to the death of G, one of her longest standing friends.
“Ah, don't waste too much time wrapping your head around it. I made the same mistake at first. Then I realized it doesn't matter either way, we're just pawns in some sort of political game.” Jackson said.
“Yea,” Alicia said with disgust. “A shitty one that led to my friend's death.”
“Yea, and the deaths of a hell of a lot of good pilots. Including Russell,” Jackson said, turning his attention to Alicia for a moment. “My RIO.”
“If the past isn't that important, then the future is what matters right now,” Alicia said. “Where do we go from here?”
“Well, we sure in the hell don't go to Texas,” Jackson replied as they both laughed a bit. “I'd say the first order of business would be to get you back to your friends.”
“Agreed. Any ideas?” Alicia asked.
“Try to flash them,” Jackson replied.
“You want me to flash them?” Alicia asked, a sarcastic smirk on her face.
“With the flashlight dear,” Jackson said with a smile, tossing Alicia a small flashlight that was strapped to his thigh. “Unless, of course, you just want to flash them.” he added, his smile growing volumes with the mere idea.
“Wow, really?” Alicia said with a giggle, quickly turning to use the handheld light and signal her friends.
Jackson was a good man by all accounts, a noble man, and not a single person had ever accused him of being otherwise. Still, he was a man. And Alicia had a way of distracting even the most well-intentioned of men, just as she was distracting Jackson this very moment.
Her curves were both voluptuous and capable, as the vibrant shimmer of her dark hair simply added to her allure. And though she had stood face to face with a Butcher only to be knocked on her ass, Jackson knew that she was still one of the best. Everyone sent into this damn trap that was blanketed with lies, every one of them had to be among the best, at least in his opinion.
And so he watched her every movement, especially the slight lean forward as she tried to communicate with the remainder of her group. It allowed her backside the opportunity to gain the attention that it deserved, almost as if it were a museum exhibit, which it very well could have been; at least in Jackson's mind.
As Alicia turned to let him know she believed her group understood it was her doing the signaling, she saw the slight hesitation, his eyes breaking from the view of her ass before looking into her eyes. Normally, it wasn't welcomed on her end. The typical guy would stare her down before offering to buy her drinks, quickly leaving with his confidence shattered.
But Jackson was no ordinary man, at least not in Alicia's eyes. She found him to be intoxicating, every word spoken by him filled with the strength of a dozen men. He was a bit rugged for a pilot, but still much too poised for the average grunt of war. Both Officer and Cowboy, intertwined within a single body; a body that Alicia could see
“How can that be?” Alicia asked, her extremities still stunned by the development.
“What? The fact that it's a trap? Or the fact that such a damn good pilot got clipped?” he replied with a smile.
She simply responded with a glowing smile of her own.
“I've been asking myself the same question since I tucked into this town,” Jackson said. “It's pretty obvious that someone sold us out. Don't know if it was one of our own or a German, but someone created the perfect scenario for executing the best soldiers our Resistance has to offer.”
Alicia began to think it through. She wondered if Commander Snelling was capable of such treachery. Or, perhaps, one of his superiors. She wondered how high up the treason went, or if the Germans being involved had anything to do with it. Was Nadia in on it as well? A multitude of things blazed through Alicia's mind, and all of them led to the death of G, one of her longest standing friends.
“Ah, don't waste too much time wrapping your head around it. I made the same mistake at first. Then I realized it doesn't matter either way, we're just pawns in some sort of political game.” Jackson said.
“Yea,” Alicia said with disgust. “A shitty one that led to my friend's death.”
“Yea, and the deaths of a hell of a lot of good pilots. Including Russell,” Jackson said, turning his attention to Alicia for a moment. “My RIO.”
“If the past isn't that important, then the future is what matters right now,” Alicia said. “Where do we go from here?”
“Well, we sure in the hell don't go to Texas,” Jackson replied as they both laughed a bit. “I'd say the first order of business would be to get you back to your friends.”
“Agreed. Any ideas?” Alicia asked.
“Try to flash them,” Jackson replied.
“You want me to flash them?” Alicia asked, a sarcastic smirk on her face.
“With the flashlight dear,” Jackson said with a smile, tossing Alicia a small flashlight that was strapped to his thigh. “Unless, of course, you just want to flash them.” he added, his smile growing volumes with the mere idea.
“Wow, really?” Alicia said with a giggle, quickly turning to use the handheld light and signal her friends.
Jackson was a good man by all accounts, a noble man, and not a single person had ever accused him of being otherwise. Still, he was a man. And Alicia had a way of distracting even the most well-intentioned of men, just as she was distracting Jackson this very moment.
Her curves were both voluptuous and capable, as the vibrant shimmer of her dark hair simply added to her allure. And though she had stood face to face with a Butcher only to be knocked on her ass, Jackson knew that she was still one of the best. Everyone sent into this damn trap that was blanketed with lies, every one of them had to be among the best, at least in his opinion.
And so he watched her every movement, especially the slight lean forward as she tried to communicate with the remainder of her group. It allowed her backside the opportunity to gain the attention that it deserved, almost as if it were a museum exhibit, which it very well could have been; at least in Jackson's mind.
As Alicia turned to let him know she believed her group understood it was her doing the signaling, she saw the slight hesitation, his eyes breaking from the view of her ass before looking into her eyes. Normally, it wasn't welcomed on her end. The typical guy would stare her down before offering to buy her drinks, quickly leaving with his confidence shattered.
But Jackson was no ordinary man, at least not in Alicia's eyes. She found him to be intoxicating, every word spoken by him filled with the strength of a dozen men. He was a bit rugged for a pilot, but still much too poised for the average grunt of war. Both Officer and Cowboy, intertwined within a single body; a body that Alicia could see
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