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“[color=92278f]Aida.[/color]” Kaya stared the thirty something pakistani woman in the eyes. Short, stocky and matronly, she was also deceptively strong and an ace pilot. Aida for her part, stared back with the intensity of a sun. Despite her young age, her hair was graying in places. Her hands were shaking, clutched into fists. Kaya could see a lot of very conflicting emotions. She just hopes the positive ones would win out.

“Kaya” Aida spoke, her face suddenly breaking into a smile that could rival the Sahara desert for warmth. The two women embraced, tears staining both faces. 

“[color=92278f]I am so sorry Aida.” Kaya sighed, biting back more tears. “I should have done this a lot sooner.[/color]” 

“Shh Kaya. Omar always spoke the world of you. But we both knew you were never very good with people. Or emotions. “She said staring Kaya in the eyes again. Hands seizing the other womans shoulder like a gentle vice. 

“[color=92278f]You… You aren’t mad?[/color]”

“I am livid. I haven't seen you since Omars funeral. Not a blessed word from you. I only got to hear about your near death from your old nanny.” She chided her, kaya almost flinched back, despite being Aidas senior by one year. Guilt crept up on her like ivy on a old stonewall. Gripping to her. But then Aida slapped her so hard she saw double. Kaya stared back at her wide eyed. She didn’t cradle her face but it stung like a straight right to the jaw. Those were some powerful slaps. Her ear was ringing.

“You feel better now larhki?” Aida asked, hands on her hips. Eyes like steel. “Or do you want me slap that guilt out of you some more?”  

[color=92278f]“No.. No I am good Aida.[/color]” She said rubbing the cheek. “[color=92278f]I’m good. It’s like I was hit with a frying pan.. [/color]”

“Good. Let’s get you to Colombia.” Aida said, face softening and matronly, apologetic smile that once snared Omar appearing on her face. She turned around and began walking towards the hangar door.

“[color=92278f]About that. Do you still have it?[/color]”

“Have it? Oh Larhki, I traded it in for a newer model.” Aida smirked as they stared at the hangar. Aida was a test pilot for some really fancy defence contractors, and worked unofficially for a branch of the American Military up until Omars death.

“[color=92278f]Wuh? How?[/color]” Kaya asked, a bit bewildered at the information that Aida apparently had enough sway to still get new pieces of highly advanced military specs.

“Omar and I knew many defence contractors.” Aida said as she pushed open the hangar doors. What greeted Kaya was a sleek, very cutting edge looking jet of some sort. She gave out a low whistle at the site. She had expected the old bird Aida had flown for a decade. “Some of the retired ones and I came together to start a network of sharing tech.”

“[color=92278f]The Breakwing Z30.[/color] ” Kaya mumbled. “[color=92278f]How are they letting you keep this again?[/color]”

“Because I am on the payroll for life.” Aida grinned. “And becouse this prototype is the baby of my little initiative” 

“[color=92278f]Right. And they won’t be upset about you taking it into colombian airspace.[/color]” Kaya raised a questioning eyebrow as a ramp unfolded let them step up inside it. Aida gave a mirthful chuckle. 

“Oh no. Not at all. It is a prototype and they have all but asked me to give it a official test run. Ever since the Meta Bomb thing, they are pushing this as the next rapid response measure” She winked at Kaya. Kaya rolled her eyes softly. Always the wild spirit, Aida had not changed a bit. The two stared at the machine. 

[color=92278f]“Alright then. Let’s go pull Hernandez ass out of the fire.” [/color]