Tori controlled the yoke of the aircraft as instructions came in. They were being diverted by Kiva to Quantico, Virginia. Two fighter jets came along side them to give them an escort in. The first squawked her, “What’s a pretty lady like you doing up her all alone?” 
The boys had the advantage, they could out turn her, fly faster than her, and they had weapons on their rails. 
She replied back, “So do I get a helmet and a call sign?”
“Yep, Your string Bikini,” The military pilot said with a straight face.
“Maybe layer you’ll want to take a ride in the second seat in a real jet?,” he teased. 
“Got to get Pappa home first,” she said in a flirty voice. 

The second fighter broke in, “Bikini clime to Angels 6 and join blue squad. Wolf we got incoming from our 4 o’clock. Looks like a mutant.” Both fighters broke hard and Tori did a fast climb, spilling some drinks. A blast of energy came across the sky missing the plane. To more fighters came from above and joined the pursuit of the mutant. Tori ran for safety as the dogfight started.